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When I was 14 my English teacher was pretty cool. She was probably only a couple of years out of teachers college, young, hip and had a kind of punk hair style. She decided that instead of getting us to analyse poems instead we’d be allowed to bring along our favourite songs and analyse those. This sort [...] The Queen was in town. The old man in bakery down the road was excited about it. My friend Selwyn was excited about it. The two Italian fellows who asked me for directions to Government House were excited about it. Normally I wouldn’t care all that much about it, but Selwyn was planning on going down [...] |
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