Flaxmere was usual enough;hoodrats roaming like they owned the place, the colour red all around, the smell of chicken and chips and even intimidating groups of teenagers around, that I always tried to avoid when walking.My friends and I did what we normally do - we walked for a long amount of time, embraced the warmth of the hot sun, eating chicken and chips with yum, sweet chocolate, gossiping about the things we had heard in the past, playing softball in the park, enjoying our freedom while it lasts.Doing nothing important.
Inspired by James K. Baxter
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