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The man is waiting at the end of my drive. I've never seen him before in my life, but I swear, he looks familiar. He reminds me a bit of my dad, but his hair is darker, like mine. He's got a scar like mine too, across his nose. I got mine playing football; I wonder where he got his. He waves at me and I scratch my scar, the way I do when I'm nervous.
“Er … hello, Jake,” he says.
“Er … hello,” I say.
“Look,” says the man, scratching his scar. “I know you're not going to believe this, because I remember not believing this, but I'm you. From the future. I know everything about you. I know you secretly pretend to be an evil genius in Biology lessons. I know you've already planned what you'd say to Kate Middleton if you ever bumped into her at the bus stop. I know what happened with the mashed potato in Year Two, but if you don't mind I won't go into that here, as I'm still a bit embarrassed about that now. And – most importantly – I know you're in deadly danger. And that's why you have to listen to me.”
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