Even spoils in clash of titans

Educating The East End

Ah, school. Even now, the discordant rattle of a classroom door rekindles memories of milk warming by the radiator, the stress in delivering a Valentine card when she barely even knows you exist, the jam jars speckled with paint and the eye-bulging concentration required to play the trumpet.

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