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Monday, 9 March 2020

Steamship Station - Drama in Schools - The Matchbox diary

 My Days Wasted 


"...I tried to sleep on the cold planked floor of the ship, I couldn't sleep as the first class individuals kept dancing and singing above me. I heard the moans of a baby crying, weeping, people sniffing their nostrils out and sneezing. The wind blowing peoples stink into my face like rotten eggs in a shoe..."


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