College, I suppose. Things change too much. I wish I could be in year ten forever.
Scotty the Hottie and Bishopthorpe chips and Art club and Miss Power's terrible jokes and the house I spent my saturdays in.
I miss that house. My friend's, H, friend's, V, house. V's mother, K, often joined us and sometimes her ex-boyfriend whom she remained friends
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