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At eight o'clock he fell asleep in a chair; and, having undressed him by unbuttoning every button in sight and, where there were no buttons, pulling till something gave, we carried him up to bed.Freddie stood looking at the pile of clothes on the floor with a sort of careworn wrinkle between his eyes, and I knew what he was thinking. To get the kid undressed had been simple - a mere matter of muscle. But how were we to get him into his clothes again? I stirred the heap with my foot. There was a long linen arrangement which might have been anything. Also a strip of pink flannel which was like nothing on earth. All most unpleasant.
by P.G. Wodehouse
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The scene unfolds as a character falls asleep in a chair, leading to the amusing challenge of undressing him. After carefully unbuttoning his clothing, the friends struggle to carry him to bed. The moment is depicted with a blend of humor and frustration, highlighting the absurdity of the situation. One character, Freddie, stands before a disheveled pile of clothes, contemplating the difficulty of dressing the child again.

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