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The girl began her story. "My name is Golden Star. I am an eleven-year-old Poptropican from Reality TV Island. Or at least I used to be. I lived there with my dad, Happy Star, my mom, Bright Star, and my older brother, Crazy Star. Then one day this guy named Hippie Harry came to start a Reality TV show. After all, it is Reality TV Island. But, aaargh, that Hippie Harry, he's as bad as Binary Bard!"
"Who is Binary Bard?" I asked.
"Not important," she said. "Anyway, he's like a Poptropican villain. He forced me and my family to leave the island in our small boat. Who gave him permission I don't know, but it worked out for the worse somehow. Our boat had never traveled so far. It sprung leaks, and then it sank. We were all separated by the giant waves. I lost my life vest and somehow I ended up here. I don't know where my family is, or if they even survived. I'm all alone."
She looked like she might cry. I didn't know what to say. Then I had an idea. "Maybe your brother or parents ended up on Shark Tooth too! Let's explore the island and look for them!"
"Great idea!" We set off, walking into the jungle.
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