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His eyes were aglow with delight, contemplating everything his eyes came over. Eager fingers picked at every last sodding confectionary he could reach.
"You'll have rotting teeth" chortled Mr. Wickerson. "Eating all those sweets"
Frederick looked up over his little nose at the big man "But they're so nice!" his eyes shone "why should something so delicious do so much harm to your teeth?"
"That's life, my dear boy" He ruffled the young man's hair, laughing, happily, as the face bellow it, sank, contemplating life and what his teacher meant by 'That' being 'Life'.
As the old man made his way around the stalls, perusing their contents, sharing pleasant words and smiles with the ever so happy sellers, young Frederick thought what it was to have failings. He contemplated his teeth; what lovely sights they may be right now, in a year, two years, three, more years time than now, they could be mere wrecks of what once was.
"That's Life"
And with the sorrowful burdens he now bore, the young man ran at the lake at the end of the street, plunging into it and held onto the bottom of it with intent.
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He must really like his sweets :)
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