Category FF Prompt 30 | Day 28

Hairy Harry

Hairy Harry   Harry absorbed the aura of disinfectant and chalk dust.  Where would he be tonight?  He was always afraid as the holidays began.  Snotty Steve’s grubby hand shot up.  “Me, Miss, me!” Harry trembled.  The teacher decided his…...

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