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i went to school with a boy named Stewart. his hair was short and blonde. his jaw sharp. his tongue silver. Stewart and i were very good friends. we lived on the same street. we would walk to school together. i was known as a "good kid" Stewart was not. but we got along quite well. Stewart was always getting into trouble. anytime anything went wrong, you knew it was Stewart. "it was me" "i did that" "sorry" is what Stewart would say. i could never imagine how one boy could cause all that trouble. one day. i broke the pencil sharpener. and from the front of the room, the teacher asked aloud which one of us had done the deed. "oh i did that" "sorry" said Stewart Stewart left the class that day. he sat in the hallway until lunch. just another boy another shenanigan. oh how could we ever help poor Stewart he is too young to be this bad.
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
stewart
i went to school with a boy named Stewart. his hair was short and blonde. his jaw sharp. his tongue silver. Stewart and i were very good friends. we lived on the same street. we would walk to school together. i was known as a "good kid" Stewart was not. but we got along quite well. Stewart was always getting into trouble. anytime anything went wrong, you knew it was Stewart. "it was me" "i did that" "sorry" is what Stewart would say. i could never imagine how one boy could cause all that trouble. one day. i broke the pencil sharpener. and from the front of the room, the teacher asked aloud which one of us had done the deed. "oh i did that" "sorry" said Stewart Stewart left the class that day. he sat in the hallway until lunch. just another boy another shenanigan. oh how could we ever help poor Stewart he is too young to be this bad.
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yano
20/M/canada
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
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