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Creative Writing It was nine o'clock, the large desk had a coffee mug on one of its many mats, and the laptop was turned on; something about an order for paper. I was sitting down on the leather seat, which was warm, someone had already been here. The office didn't have a speck of dust; it was as clean as a whistle. The plants were brown, they looked scary on the large walls, and they just hung, wilted, for no reason. The wallpaper on the wall was as white as a ghost. I thought this might just have been a routine bollocking but the way that Mr Walsh told me put fear in my heart. I had never felt that way before, there was something in his voice, it wasn't scary it was more caring. What the hell was I doing here? I kept saying to myself, I could hear the sound...

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