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‘You’re mine, Darrenofski!’ she screeched over the top of Banana Moon, lassoing her invisible rope around his neck and starting to pretend-pull him towards her.

Darren started to edge backwards. He dropped his Fronkle can and

a pink fizzy puddle spread out underneath his trainers.

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