Eulogy For Father

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As he walks into the dull classroom and sits down in his chair, the whole world seems to stop. He hates history. It’s is least favourite part of the day. He sits down next to his partner, and gets that horrible smell up his nose, just like he does anytime he goes near this person. He would do anything to get out of it. The teacher starts blabbing on about Ancient Greece, but he doesn’t listen. He looks outside, and sees that it’s snowing. He loves snow. It always brings a smile to is face whenever he thinks about it, and would much rather be out there in the fresh, outdoor air than stuck in this noisy, boring classroom. He would do anything to get out.

All wrapped up, with 3 pairs of socks on and 2 massive jumpers, he and Alfie step outside

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