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Hello to everybody!!!
Have you read the Malory Towers series? Pretend you haven't (I know it's trying- you can't forget about so wonderful a series) and write a blurb to the cover you see above. There's just one condition for you- the story that you're writing the blurb of should stick to the genre of adventure. 
(By adventure I mean books like those by Jules Verne or Deepak Dalal) 
It would indeed be a treat to read your writing! Please mail it to us on littleoed@gmail.com . 
Goodbye`!

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