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Mark looked up at her, somewhat surprised that she was even looking his direction. 'Right,' he cleared his throat sitting up. 'Well, we can't leave it to the ministry. I think we all know that they don't manage kids well.' He fiddled with the table. 'No matter what happened, is the plaform completely out of the question? Even for the kids to assemble on?'
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