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the box had disappeared. I could just about
feel something. Getting a grip on it was
more difficult. Jake was edging closer.
“You can’t get it like that! Let me!” Jake
said.
He plunged his arm down the gap and we
both touched it at the same time. Then we
overbalanced. The pram wobbled and Jake,
still gripping his bit of the box, toppled
sideways into the junk and I fell backwards
on top of him. This sudden movement
propelled the gold box upwards into the air.
For a few seconds it hovered before
descending on top of us. Jake had his arms
up to catch it.
“I’ve got it!” he cried. “I’ve nearly got it!”
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