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Super Spaz "What?" Dylan frowned. Hadn't she just contridicted herself? Um right. "How is your head feeling?" He leant back in his own chair, resting his head on his hands. Cor he was tired. Was it bedtime yet? He had forgotten his watch. His pyjama trousers didn't have pockets.
"Like it's being mauled by a ravenous, hungry pack of piranhas," she mumbled. Her head was KILLING her. Ugh. It had never hurt that badly before.