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My dad walked round to Desmond’s

door and lifted him out, careful not

to make his back go snap again. ‘Come

on, Barry, out you pop too,’ he chirped,

trying not to sound like a horrible dad

who was sending his number one son

off to a prison camp on an island in

the middle of a lake with none of his

friends for the whole of half term.

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