My son...
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2020 1:59 pmI had a meeting with my son's headteacher.
I slammed my hand on the desk. "My son...Nick...came home from school with ash on his clothes. He seemed mildly stimulated, too."
"Nicotine?" he asked me.
I said,
I slammed my hand on the desk. "My son...Nick...came home from school with ash on his clothes. He seemed mildly stimulated, too."
"Nicotine?" he asked me.
I said,
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