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I slid myself out of the car and collapsed

in a heap of Barryness on the tarmac.

‘Pleeease don’t make me go to Pirate

Camp!’ I cried, as a little girl from

about three million years below me at

school walked past with her mum on

the way to the ferry, giggling at my

loserosity.

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