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Before Stacy could answer, she was overcome by a strange queasy feeling.
She couldn't stand straight and had to lean against the locker door. Could
it be the potion (or whatever it was) kicking in? Whatever it was must have
a visible effect, because she noticed Don staring at her as if he didn't
believe his own eyes.
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Suddenly he span around and ran off screaming.
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He burst out laughing.
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He rolled his eyes and fell over unconscious - or worse.
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"It's you!" he whispered in a voice full of awe. "It was you all the time!"
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"Prawns," he muttered. "King prawns."
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"You look like hell, Stacy," he said sympathetically. "We'd better get you to a doctor or something."
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"You look like hell, Stacy," he said synoptically. "We'd better get you to a witch doctor." Wait, what?
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Suddenly the locker door snapped open, revealing the locker's contents.
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Josh Burbank swung by on a vine, wearing a badly fitted loincloth and yelling YABBADABBADOO!
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A hollow voice boomed: "NOBODY STEPS ON A CHURCH IN MY TOWN!"
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