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... with a lame excuse. The kind of punishment you get for not listening that isn’t technically a punishment but everyone knows it is one."
I was perched atop a dry stone wall, watching the Sun set against verdant hills and distant frosted peaks. Out here, it was even colder than London, which I failed to account for completely, and even the grass and trees grew terribly rigid. The chill wind seeped in through several layers of clothing, carrying with it the scent of wet earth, critters, an ...
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