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"We'll have to have a gaming night in Tatum's dorm. She'll be thrilled" Frankie joked, then frowned slightly. "But what has it got to do with donkeys?" She shrugged and turned her attention to the custard. She inspected it and dug her spoon in, taste testing and looking back up at Sam.
"Oh my god" was all she said, her expression serene.
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