We were special and we knew it, the six of us. We’d been selected to participate in a Revolutionary Educational Experiment,…
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Ten things I would have taken to the grave, had I not written them down here
Supposedly impregnable, the HMS Talent was freshly docked at a certain European landing stage. The crowds were marshalled, flags flew, a band was playing.
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Stakanchik
There’s a new man behind the checkout counter at the “Royal Bazar.” He has a large tattoo covering his shaved head and tapering off down the back of his neck.