"Cook!" The Trunchbull shouted,turning her head towards the door. "Come here, cook! Bogtrotter wishes to tell you how good your chocolate cake is!" The cook, a tall shrivelled female who looked as though all her body-juices had been dried out of her long ago in a hot oven, walked on to the platform wearing a dirty white apron. Her entrance had clearly been arranged beforehand by the Headmistress.
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The cook, a tall shrivelled female who looked as though all her body-juices had been dried out of her long ago in a hot oven, walked on to the platform wearing a dirty white apron. Her entrance had clearly been arranged beforehand by the Headmistress.
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