yay Friday
Today I stood at the window of my Maths classroom. I stared out at the rain, across the sodden trees and fields to the grey bulk of the sea.
You know that sounds like it could really be a good stroy, but I can't think of what it is. Particuly as the next line would read, "I then turned round and looked at the question sheet and began to think the immortal phrase, "How the **** do you work that out?"
Anyone have any idea's?
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