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For a time the doors are flicked open and forgot in a rush to dress, cram breakfast and sing ad infinitum (to the great delight of my brother, I’m sure) the final rehearsals for the Christmas play make days thrum by

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drunkenkind

46 / M / UK

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Written by

drunkenkind

46 / M / UK

Published: Dec 9, 2020
Time: 1m

Tags: #advent #childhood #schoolplay #christmasplay

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