Toad was suffocating in the August air. It felt thick and dry in his lungs as he breathed, still warm even without the sun…
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June was alone on the grass in the middle of her garden. One of her chubby hands was buried deep in a jar of squelchy strawberry jam that her mother had left as she ran inside…
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Bedtime is my favourite part of the day. That’s when Mum comes to kiss me goodnight, always exactly in the middle of my forehead…
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