The Broken Wall

The Broken Wall

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I wrote this essay for an English assignment and I actually liked it: "Once I was a child, I used to live in a good, fancy house in the interior of Ontario[...]the place was very beautiful and huge for a kid, plus it had a strange and tall wall in its backyard. I don't exactly remember its height, but it was taller than most of the walls you usually see around, made of old, red strong bricks. The strange part was that my family never wanted me to get close to it and, sometimes, my dad would even quote his most famous sentence, 'Don't rely on a broken wall.'"

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