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Nostalgia

We all ran the corridors together to make sure we were always ahead of the headmaster. If one did get caught, we all took the

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The Blew Eagle Cafe

I drove down to the Blew Eagle cafe, knowing it was risky, wanting it to be.  Traffic howled on the bridge overhead. There were freighter

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