None of the teachers who taught us
were around that final afternoon at
Grammar school — probably frightened
of being assaulted after giving us so
much grief for five years, no more of
that though. We sat around unsupervised,
playing cards and smoking a bit and then
it seemed so simple, so absurdly easy to
just walk down the drive and out of the front
gate for the last time.

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