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Zack whipped the curtains back, flooding the room with light, and crossed to the bed. “Come on, time to get up.”
“No, it’s not,” a muffled voice replied. “It’s still dark.”
“If it’s dark, why have you got the duvet over your face?” Zack asked. “Come on, get up.” He yanked the duvet off the bed and out of Sophie’s reach. “You said you’re going to be my shadow and keep me out of trouble, well I’m going for a run, are you coming along to keep an eye on me, or am I going alone?”
Sophie opened her eyes, which she had scrunched up when the duvet was pulled away. “Are you out of your mind?” Propping herself up on one elbow, she looked at her friend disbelievingly. “You only got out of hospital last night, your back looks like a mass of freckles, and you had a buggered ankle only the other
