| Sarah: |
Once I got into the top secret area. It was years ago, late at night after the Christmas party. I wandered round for ages scaring myself, trying door handles at random, I was lost and drunk and found myself in the "Day Dream Room". All Einstein's real and potential day dreams were filed neatly away in glass cabinets, I skimmed along the shelves and picked.
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| Sarah & Ray: |
a book at random, it was a catalogue for |
| Ray: |
"Idle speculation on the shape of clouds in blue summer skies."
I flicked through the book, thinking why books in our section always smell of |
| Ray & Amanda: |
sick |
| Sarah: |
And this one smells of cut grass. I skimmed through the catalogue index and found a page of references for headmaster clouds chased across the sky by |
| Sarah & Ray: |
dog clouds. |
Amanda: |
Without thinking I took out my pen and wrote "RESPECT fat arse" at the bottom of the page. Then I put the book back on the shelf. I bet it's still there today, just like the scar on my arm. |
| All: |
This is my secret. |
