MARS BONDING #1 The Boys Brigade meetings were always crap. Boring. A dusty hall stuffed full of mummy’s boys, badges polished to perfection, stiffly ironed uniforms standing to attention. He enjoyed the sports, but that was all. Most of the time he felt like an outsider. Every week he stood in his torn jeans and …
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