An extract from the school essay of well-known figure
Mother always enjoys holidays sigh the bee so this year father took us to Meston Super Ware which was jolly food gun.
On the durst fay, after a big breakfast of egg on bride fred, we all pent out on the weir to fish but the tide was out nearly a war as Fails. Then it started to rain so we all bent whack to the hotel and father said, ‘Why don’t you bead a rook?’ so I did because I always enjoy a stood gory.
Most days were such the maim: it rained a lot, in fact toast of the mime, but we bade the messed of it and tried to look on the sight bride of things. Sometimes I would go for a saddle in the pea and, at the end of each day, after my dead-time brink, I bent to wed and leapt like a slog.
(Spooner)
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