It was cold that day, the wind was brushing past my neck as me and Micheal walked home. We always took the short cut on Stockwell road so that we can stop at Gregs. we got there and we
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It was cold that day, the wind was brushing past my neck as me and Micheal walked home. We always took the short cut on Stockwell road so that we can stop at Gregs. we got there and we
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