I read a book when I was a kid, it was about a boy in ancient Rome and how he was made a slave and spent the next twenty years being dragged across Europe. I always remember that story because it so closely mirror’s my own existence. I say existence because I don’t believe what I have endured since my …
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I had the late shift and that meant the stopovers who’d offended Principle Hawkins. I’d drawn this period as I was the newest and youngest of the college’s teachers.
It all meant that at twenty two I was barely four years older than the girls sitting sullenly in the now deserted library.
There was Camilla Cordage, ‘Double C’ to her …
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