The Garden Shed
When I was younger I used to stay at my aunt and uncle's house, along with my cousin George who was sixteen, the same age as me. They all lived in a large house out in the English countryside. One warm afternoon, I was reading on their veranda and I saw my cousin kicking a football up their long garden. I took no notice really, I was enjoying reading a Stephen King book and being out the sunshine. I was subconsciously aware of the kicking sound that my cousin was making. My cousin continued his...
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