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Heavy Is The Weight
But Her Shoulders Are Strong.
Bree escapes to the clocktower - her quiet place when the kitchens are over run with students looking for a snack or a place to snog.
Paper in hand she sets out to write a letter.
'Dear Gr-' No.
'Dear Mu-' That's not right either.
'Dear Ma-' She shakes her head.
None of them seemed like the right people to spill her troubles to. Letting go of the paper, she watches it catch on the wind and disappear through the gate.
Heavy Is The Weight
But Her Shoulders Are Strong.
Bree escapes to the clocktower - her quiet place when the kitchens are over run with students looking for a snack or a place to snog.
Paper in hand she sets out to write a letter.
'Dear Gr-' No.
'Dear Mu-' That's not right either.
'Dear Ma-' She shakes her head.
None of them seemed like the right people to spill her troubles to. Letting go of the paper, she watches it catch on the wind and disappear through the gate.