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A childhood belief about classes

In Class 4 we were rounded up to go and listen to our teacher read a book called 'The Ginger Whinger'. In this book some ginger kid wouldnt stop whinging so someone gave him a bottle of this special stuff that made him stop. Whinging that is. As you can see, the memory is a little hazy.

Anyway, when we returned back to our classroom there was a bottle of this stuff on the table with a crudely made label. Next to it stook a suspicious looking Mrs Cordey. I knew something was afoot and insisted that it was all a cunning rouse, but she was having none of it.

I was right though.

— jez

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