to go. Was that the sea, slapping hard on the rock

like that? And (two minutes to go) what was that funny crunching

noise? Was the rock crumbling into the sea?

One minute to go and he'd be eleven. Thirty seconds... twenty

... ten... nine -- maybe he'd wake Dudley up, just to annoy him --

three... two... one...

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