Читать книгу Barry Loser Hates Half Term - Jim Smith - Страница 58

I looked at my two best friends and

waggled my favourite eyebrow, and

my least favourite one too. ‘Come

with me, PLEEEASE?’ I whimpered,

missing them both already, even

though they were standing in front

of my eyebrows.

‘I’m sorry, Barry, we’re just too old for

Pirate Camp . . .’ said Nancy, peering

down at the floor.

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