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"Luke said you ," I say ruefully, and rub ain

"You should sleep," Jess says, watching me "It’s the best healer And the best painkiller Here’s a blanket" She givesthat looks like tinfoil

"Well… OK," I say doubtfully "I’ll try"

I put my head down in the least uncomfortable place I can find, and closeround and round inof the tent as a sound track

I’ot pissed off No wonder our e is a catastrophe It’s allinmy head throb even more And my neck’s all cricked… and there’s a stone in my back…

"Becky, are you OK?" says Jess

"Not really," I adet to sleep"

There’s no reply, and I think Jess can’t have heard, or doesn’t have anything to say But anext tome a small white slab

"It’s not peppermint creams," she says flatly

"Wh-What is it?" I falter

"Kendal Mint Cake Traditional cli food"

"Thank you," I whisper, and take a bite It has a weird, sweet taste, and I’ness Then, to hs, and takes a bite of Kendal Mint Cake herself "What’s wrong?"

"Luke will never love ain," I sob

"I doubt that"

"It’s true!" My nose is running and I wipe it with ot back from our trip, it’s been a disaster And it’s all --"

"It’s not all your fault," interrupts Jess

"What?" I gape at her

"I wouldn’t say it was all your fault," she says calmly "It takes two" She folds up the Kendal Mint Cake wrapper, then unzips her backpack and slips it in "I mean, talk about obsessed Luke’s totally obsessed by work!"