It was just another day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everyone was doing what they normally do. It was the start of the summer of 1939. In the middle of a war. It was safe here, most of the time. Everyone carried on like they always did, selling fruit on the market stalls, children drooling at the millions of different sweets on the shelves above them, and then running around, playing airplanes. Amongst all this was a house, with a family, that lived happily. Almost.
This family were the Nicholson family. They lived together in a big, fancy house, but not too fancy. The head...
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