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May 1
We didn't write any exam today so I didn't go to school today. The first day of May can bring something new in your life and I believe it can also bring something new in my life too. I spent half of today cleaning Uncle Max's house. Some of his friends were coming over to see him and I didn't want them to meet a dirty house so I decided to take half of my reading time and dedicate it to cleanliness. It seems like a charming thing to do for Uncle Max and it really is, but it isn't something I deserve credit for because every reasonable teenager ought to make his uncle proud in the best way he or she can and that was what I was simply doing.
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After a long tiring day, Uncle Max sat in the bench at the top of Stormheel Park, looking down towards two grown up men struggling to buy a pack of cigarette. Stormheel Park was not t
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