Now my school did not have an outside cafeteria, but we did have an area if we wanted to go out just for some fresh air. School cafeterias places of so-called mystery meat and other culinary somewhat disasters in the name of healthy, nutritious eating. No wonder I was mainly a brown-bag person.
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Mark Graham
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Beginning of the End
I screamed, my voice raw, the sound of it lost amongst the wailing rising around me. I stumbled out into the street, blankets wrapped around my shoulders and trailing on the ground behind me, the door wide open behind me. Pieces littered the street-of what, I didn’t want to think about. I slipped in something warm and wet, and refused to look down as my stomach roiled. I kept screaming, but I couldn’t even hear my own voice. Branches blocked the end of the street, the ground mostly frozen and slick beneath my toes. The sky was still gray, the remnants
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Butties in a brown paper bag oh yes… now your talking ♦️♦️♦️♦️🏆