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What day is it? Miss Ashdown asked waddling up the aisle you looked at the board taking the chalk marks the hand script she'd made then she said Benedict write it on the board you looked at her standing with arms crossed so you walked blushing to the blackboard and chalked up January 25th is that it? she said but what day is it? what feast day? you stared at the numbers and letters I don't know you said going bright red the room narrowing to her standing in the aisle her arms crossed over her large ******* like piglets under a blanket at rest sit down boy anyone else have any idea? Monday? a girl suggested no you fool Miss Ashdown said it's the Conversion of St Paul the girl put down her hand and bit her lip and stared at you as you went by her eyes were watery like one about to cry and you sat down studying Helen's bright red ribbons holding her plaits of hair as she sat in front of your desk that tiny patch of skin showing above the collar of her dress between where her hair almost met then raised your eyes to the blackboard where the Conversion of St Paul in large script was set.
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Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
WRONG DAY.
What day is it? Miss Ashdown asked waddling up the aisle you looked at the board taking the chalk marks the hand script she'd made then she said Benedict write it on the board you looked at her standing with arms crossed so you walked blushing to the blackboard and chalked up January 25th is that it? she said but what day is it? what feast day? you stared at the numbers and letters I don't know you said going bright red the room narrowing to her standing in the aisle her arms crossed over her large ******* like piglets under a blanket at rest sit down boy anyone else have any idea? Monday? a girl suggested no you fool Miss Ashdown said it's the Conversion of St Paul the girl put down her hand and bit her lip and stared at you as you went by her eyes were watery like one about to cry and you sat down studying Helen's bright red ribbons holding her plaits of hair as she sat in front of your desk that tiny patch of skin showing above the collar of her dress between where her hair almost met then raised your eyes to the blackboard where the Conversion of St Paul in large script was set.
terry-collett
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Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
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