By KEN CATRAN
Outside I bumped into Pasty Cooper, school netball star. Patsy is one of those scowling, committed people who (for some reason) likes me.
"Want to come for a milkshake, Joe?" she asked.
"Can't' I gasped. "Raymond's after me. See ya!"
I grabbed a book from my school bag and headed down
Something Weird About Mr Foster: Part 5
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