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I’m not sure we would have been able to tell you what an
emotion was.
piece of white bread under the grill and I was told that
terrible deprivation.
matron, who was off duty. She was not happy. She told me
she would have not seen anything amiss. Each bed was
we’d have to change our sheets. We’d bundle them all into
BARNETT’. He’d come over, jump on the pile and sit on us.
until it all went. The boys reacted like it was The Great
metres up. The scaffolding came down and the Tower was
again.
and they would disappear through the door and over the
There was much that now seems romantic. The smell of cut
Choccy, where the owner had a one penny sweet tray, and
staircases with worn away lips have been boxed up. The
were dingy under-used rooms like the games room, sick bay
years ago.
breakfast.
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