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‘Don’t worr y about me,’ she said. ‘I promise you. I won’t feel a thing.’ And

then she said what the real Mrs Elm had said when she had hugged Nora
back at the school librar y on the day her dad had died. ‘ ings will get
better, Nora. It’s going to be all right.’
Mrs Elm placed a hand above the desk and hastily rummaged for

something. A second later she was handing Nora an orange plastic fountain
pen. e kind Nora had owned at school. e one she had noticed ages ago.
‘You’ll need this.’
‘Why?’

‘ is one isn’t already written. You have to start this.’
Nora took the pen.
‘Bye, Mrs Elm.’
A second later, a massive chunk of ceiling slammed onto the table. A thick

cloud of plaster dust clouded them, choking them.
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‘Go,’ coughed Mrs Elm. ‘Live.’