
Spotting something unusual in the flower bed, student number one from class one in the first year of high school went over to it and discovered a round white growth.
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Spotting something unusual in the flower bed, student number one from class one in the first year of high school went over to it and discovered a round white growth.
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"When the test came back the nurse called them into the examination room and when the doctor entered the room he just looked at them and asked them to sit down."
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"That afternoon, the foggiest that January, felt more like an evening."
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Continues:
"Earlier Mali had hoed the flower-beds, expecting a shower. Pink, yellow, white and azure sweetpeas, in their prime, leaned against the golden bamboo sticks. A gentle fragrance hung in the cold mist. Orange & blue flowers brooded glumly in their heart-shaped beds as smoke curled out of the chimneys against a deep, penetrating silence."
What I warn you to remember is that I am a detective.
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“When Vivian broke up with me I cried a bit. A few crap tears. It felt obligatory, it was the end of my first major adult relationship. I squeezed the tears out, in a kind of “woe as me” way. She didn‘t cry. She‘s quite unsentimental. She was the unattainable beauty I attained. But I couldn‘t hold on to her”.
“The boy in the bed was just fifteen years old.”
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