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The Mill (part 6) final frontier.
Seven years on,I'm twenty two. I've reached a crossroad not sure what to do. Should I stay here all trouble and strife or move on and start a new life. The rebel in me has brought me grief. I think if I leave it would be to my foremans relief. I decide I would leave after all of these years. I don't think my my boss or foreman cried many tears. Before I left I would stage one more prank. I searched all my tricks in my memory bank. I went to the office on my very last day and said to my boss I've decided to stay. He looked up at me horror etched on his face. He said if you're staying I'm leaving this place. I had been a rebel I drove my boss mad but I think he'd forgotten that I was a lad. I said boss don't worry I'm leaving today. I smiled as the face of horror drifted away. He shook my hand said well you avoided the sack but do my mind a favour and PLEASE don't come back. My last retort was you've nothing to fear. As far as this place goes it's my final frontier.
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The Mill (part 6) final frontier.
The Mill (part 6) final frontier.
