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not torture him. Meanwhile, Jay looked at the

shelf above his computer where he had

decided to keep his special collection of old

bottle tops. They needed rearranging. Some

people collected cards or stickers. Jay liked

collecting bottle tops – metal ones, plastic

ones, plain ones, coloured ones. It didn’t

really matter. He lined them up in special

groups on his shelf. All the plastic ones were

together. All the metal ones were together.

The smallest ones were on the left and the

biggest ones were on the right. Jay spotted

one out of place.

“Jay!”

It was Dad. Jay huffed. Now he wouldn’t be

able to get the tops back in order. Now he

wasn’t just cross about the game, he was fed

up too. When Dad shouted “Jay” it always

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