by Geoffrey Boulding
The eighth of February. A normal day. I had biked home as usual, only to find a police cordon around my house. I tried to get through, but a burly officer stopped me.
"Stay there, kid."
"What… what's going on?"
He looked at me with pity.
And then I knew.
And I will always remember.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
I Will Always Remember
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