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StoryThe Atas Work Experiment celticman712 years 9 months ago
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Saint or Scoundrel 6

March 15, 1863 I have not had time nor patience to continue with my book. I sometimes feel so frustrated because I want to get on with it, but don’t...
Cherry

Saint or Scoundrel 5

December 28, 1862 I have just returned from my Christmas break to Disley, to stay with my sister Ann and her family. Her son James is now eight, and...

Judy and me

When Judy was 4, I was in thrall to her, following her every command When cutting her finger, nothing would do My shared cut was part of her plan...

Saint or Scoundrel 4

Now that I have included Mr. Wakefield’s version of the episode, I feel that I have to put in a few of the items from the newspaper, just to perhaps...

Saint or Scoundrel 3

Here is Mr. Edward Wakefield’s next letter to my father. September 10, 1926 5 The Lawn, Chelsea, London My dear friend Daniel, When last I wrote to...

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