. flannel .

we went on the bus to visit, we must have used two yet i cannot quite remember.


i felt fear and excitement, the same emotion as when i overheard that he had died.


felt guilty over that ever since.


while visiting i was sent to the corner shop for sweets and fags.i felt useful yet in latter years have reconsidered the task.


plans were imagined for his christmas gift.


he never made it that far.







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