Christophers death
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Last published Wed, Apr 19, 2023
My name is Alan Turing. I am 17 years old, and I go to the Sherborne school in Dorset, England. It's a boarding school for boys, just like me, though there is a thing which makes me different. I'm going to finish school next year and then I'm going to study in Kings College, Cambridge, on a scholarship. But this story isn't about me, it is more to process my feelings towards my dead friend, Christopher Morcom.
(Happy 110 birthday to Alan Turing, he has done such great things in his sadly short life! May he rest in peace <3)
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