Edgerley, My Edgerley: With Nostalgia I Remember Edgerley!
“Hey you junior student, come here!” I turned, tapped myself on the chest and muttered, “me?”. “Yes you”, she reiterated, come over here and I walked timidly over to her. “Have you worked today?” No! I said. “Which house are you in?”… “I don’t have a house yet, I-I-I-I am a new student in J.S.1.”…
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