When the Doctor sent for me to his study, I hoped it was about the fireworks, because I was head boy that term, and, in a great position like that, there were advantages to make up for the anxiety. You bossed the fireworks on the fifth of November and many other such-like things. But the Doctor had nothing to say about fireworks. In fact, a critical moment had come in my life: I was to leave.…
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