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Forgot to post yesterday, sorry. A lot was happening and uhhh well this was the last thing on my mind. But here you go.

   The pale walls were dotted with scars from where rebellious blu tack and biros had fought helplessly to escape. A clock hung on the wall above the bolted door, emphasising just how little time had passed and how much longer we had to stay in this cell.
   Scanning the perimeter, all my fellow inmates search for any way out. Ordering us to attention, the prison officer hit us with the next impossible task: writing Welsh.

If anyone is wondering, I wrote both #2 and #3 in my Welsh lessons because I couldn't be bothered working. Yeahhh. Don't tell the teacher?

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