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ACUSHLA chapter threeA Chapter by thewritenwordCHAPTER (3) The sound of the school bell lifted the hearts of a thousand kids in the large comprehensive school on the outskirts of Manchester... |
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ACUSHLA chapter fourA Chapter by thewritenwordCHAPTER (4) Chris was glad to see John Shannon in reception on the first day of his working life, John was the general manager and Chris had kn.. |
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ACUSHLA chapter fiveA Chapter by thewritenwordCHAPTER (5) The suns warmth was just reaching earth when the gang arrived on site; the start of a new project was always a hectic time with eve.. |
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ACUSHLA chapter sixA Chapter by thewritenwordCHAPTER (6) A fortnight after the funeral Chris was summoned into the offices by his father, he was also instructed to be suited and booted, wh.. |
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ACUSHLA chapter sevenA Chapter by thewritenwordCHAPTER (7) Saturday morning dawned as if the sun decided it was the first time it had rose and Chris seemed to be wide awake in an instant, pu.. |
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ACUSHLA chapter eightA Chapter by thewritenwordCHAPTER (8) The estate agent was a nice guy, Chris thought to himself as they drove out to view the cottage. In his fifties he still had all hi.. |
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ACUSHLA chapter nineA Chapter by thewritenwordCHAPTER (9) The Butchers Arms was a typical English, village pub, the building itself was made of stone blocks and it tilted ever so slightly w.. |
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AGEA Poem by thewritenwordJust feeling sorry for myself |
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SANTA LET ME DOWNA Poem by thewritenwordWish he was real |