Clean Cut Misfit.
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CLEAN CUT MISFIT "Jason, it's for you!" called Mrs Davis from downstairs. Jason opened an eye. He groaned. Mrs Davis walked up the stairs with the cordless telephone in her hand. Jason opened the other eye. Mrs Davis opened Jason's bedroom, only to find him lying on the floor in a heap. She looked up, and rolled her eyes at Jason's blue curtains, closed. Jason had fallen out of bed, and was lying on the floor, on top of his quilt. "Come on, get up!" Mrs Davis was stood above Jason like a giant. She reached down and handed him the phone. Jason took the phone from his mother, and, still half asleep, put it to his ear. "Hello?" "Dude, you have to come out today!" It was David, Jason's best friend. He seemed really excited about something. "What's so special about today? Aren't we having a band practise?"...


