susie
Give us a copper, will ya, coppers for the babby - go on love. Thos shawlies used to scare me in the back streets when I was little and they were threatening. Go on love, go on love, I hope it chokes ya!
I understood what he was saying but i couldn't understand why. What had I ever done to cause this sort of outburst against me, against everything I'd ever stood for? He had understood nothing - ever! I could hardly believeit.
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