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2. Changes
from When I Was Seven
by Collins
A short time after my voice started to change. When I wanted to speak, every other word I uttered was now staggered and strained. I started to stutter.
To make extra money, my mum tried bed and breakfast: B and B at no. 73.
A grumpy builder stayed one night. The sound of an electric razor in the morning. It felt strange to have a stranger in the house. My sister and me would have preferred a mouse. He complained about the lack of choice for breakfast. No more bed and breakfast.
No more B and B at no. 73
For my sister, my mum and me.
