I told him to fish em out, dry em off, and pop em in. 'That's right, like a scary movie. ' He paused, then lowered his voice. 'Are these necessary?' Owen asked.
Mr Gray s body twitches once, galvanically, beneath Jonesy’s and Henry's hands. ' It's good enough for the boys; there's no call to the police, no call for an ambulance. The blood around his nose and on his chin had dried to a spongy cake. 'Oh!' He goes slogging toward the embankment where Duddits sits, clutching his bright yellow lunchbox and howling as he did on the day they met him.
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