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‘Huh?’ said Bunky, gazing through the window at a pair of sunglasses the same shape as Nancy’s specs.

I looked at my half-dog, half-best- friend and imagined him bounding through a field of fake plastic sunflowers, his dog lead being held by Nancy Verkenwerken instead of me. All of a sudden I felt a bit queasy.

‘I’M GOING TO BE SICK,’ I shouted, even though the plane had completely flown off.