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I twizzled round and spotted Sharonella Sharalumbus from my class, standing three millimetres away

from the end of my nose. Next to her was her friend Fay Snoggles.

‘NO WAY!’ I spluttered, Fronkle spraying all over her and Fay’s shoes.

Sharonella fluttered her eyelashes

at me. ‘Lemme know if you change your mind,’ she said, dancing off, and I shuddered like a dog who’s just finished a wee.

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