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Today I walk home alone. This is unusual. I look at those who pass the other way. I hear snippets of what they say. Three girls - "'Cos am a student, yeah, it's like, at the front of my mind, it's always, like, money" - on a night out. Front of your mind? It's BACK. I wonder what's in mine. I've been talking to God a lot. He gives me answers. I've forgotten a lot of the French I learned at school. I'd try harder if I had those classes again now. Would you? Your French might be perfect. Adieu.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
Walking Home Alone (31.5.18)
Today I walk home alone. This is unusual. I look at those who pass the other way. I hear snippets of what they say. Three girls - "'Cos am a student, yeah, it's like, at the front of my mind, it's always, like, money" - on a night out. Front of your mind? It's BACK. I wonder what's in mine. I've been talking to God a lot. He gives me answers. I've forgotten a lot of the French I learned at school. I'd try harder if I had those classes again now. Would you? Your French might be perfect. Adieu.
josh-heaton
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
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