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Once upon a time there was an adult and a child. They were a teacher and a pupil and for a while it was good. Then it was attacked and it ended with loose ends.
We're taught, and we know it, that the teacher pupil relationship can mean something. It's famous that it means something to the pupil, and it meant something to me. They all did, that group. The project was personal.
I wanted to ta...
Tuesday 21st February 2023 7:19 pm
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