
Goodbye, Friend
My brother, George, never had many friends. It wasn’t that he was shy, he was just direct, a straight-talker, and people didn’t like that. He
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My brother, George, never had many friends. It wasn’t that he was shy, he was just direct, a straight-talker, and people didn’t like that. He

Rugby was my stronghold, my fortress. It was rugby that gave me escape when Dad called again to say his business trip was going to

Red was his favourite colour. Oh, how he loved to kick a football, and preferably a red one. His little foot would push the ball

We were always three, my sisters and me. We went to the prom together, no boys, just us three. We studied in the library together: