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‘Hide!’ I whispered, zig-zagging over to

the huge triangle of Cherry Fronkle

cans, which by the way was right

next to the emergency exit.

‘Hey!’ shouted Bunky, skidding to

a stop. ‘I was enjoying that song.’

He looked back at the dance floor

where Anton was still doing his

loserish robot dance.

‘What are you, crazy?’ I said, ducking

behind the cans. ‘You wanna end up

dancing with a GIRL?’

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