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Saffron yelled and leapt down the steps three at a time. She was breathless and despairing. She could tell that she was losing the race.
Suddenly, a tall, thin form came sweeping past her like a streak of lighting, and, in a very artistic footy tackle, brought the thief crashing to the ground. The laptop went spinning over the damp grass, but Bomber squirmed out of the tall boy's clutches and darted away. The computer had come to a halt just near her feet. Desperately hoping that it wasn’t damaged, she gently retrieved it and tucked it under her arm.
