I was looking for something among a pile of papers today and found an envelope my mother sent me some time ago. In it was something I wrote in 3rd grade. I was 8. Yes, I remember very clearly the incident that inspired it. His name was Geoffrey. He was a redhead. I wonder if he’s bald now!
The End of Love
There once was a boy and a girl. They had fallen in love. The boy pretened he did not like her. She stopped loving him.Moral
Never pretend you don’t know about serios things.*Original misspellings included.
--from
ISO the Golden Egg
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I remember the feel of 3rd grade now.
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