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“I'll kill you, Jack.' Jack glides past with a very self-satisfied smile and tosses a backpack on the sofa. Directly on to Sam. Sam catches it with his face. 'Oh,' says Jack, backtracking to stare. 'Oh.'”

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Book:The Boy Who Steals Houses
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