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Who is a Slave? James kicked his football as hard as he possibly could. It went over the fence, across the lane and into the wood on the other side. ‘What did you do that for?’ his friend, Chris, called from the next-door bedroom window. James swung round and grinned. ‘How long have you been watching me?’ But he spoke to an empty window. Chris was on his way downstairs. He would answer the question face to face. ‘So how long were you spying?’ James demanded. ‘Did you see me doing thirty-four headers against the wall without dropping the ball?’ Chris admitted that he had. ‘But I can do better than that!’ he added. ‘Let’s see you,’ James challenged. His friend shrugged. ‘I would if there was a ball. And you’ve still not told me why you kicked it into the wood.’ James wasn’t about to tell Chris that he’d kicked the ball into the wood because he was cross for being sent out for some fresh air and exercise. James had wanted to stay in and play with the computer. Smirking at 9