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i i washed up for a living,lily, for a while there this is something george** and i have in common.. on the whole i was treated decently pearl divers are a breed unto themselves.. mine was a life of ease over eating and boredem it was hard on the spine and knees.. a piece of cake compared to digging holes (surrounded by the boss and his extended family..) the pop wagon on friday cement as a whole the olive oil factory or carrying bricks.. ii the pop wagon on a friday took only two hours brevity that was the answer.. the cement truck on tuesdays took two and half hours.. but ended in tears.. the shift in the olive oil factory could last eighteen hours.. digging holes an eternity carrying bricks up stairs works up quite a thirst.. never mind soon be.. be in pauli´ s soup kitchen where wine smooth and cool as honey bees.. chicken and macaroni..! iii the cement was high in lime and invariably chafed the skin and in that hole it would set to be picked out with olive oil and a pin..drunk,the screaming and carry on.. we laughed and held them down better digging holes..!* *it was so painful..! **down and out in paris and london by gearge orwell
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
i washed up for a living,lily..
i i washed up for a living,lily, for a while there this is something george** and i have in common.. on the whole i was treated decently pearl divers are a breed unto themselves.. mine was a life of ease over eating and boredem it was hard on the spine and knees.. a piece of cake compared to digging holes (surrounded by the boss and his extended family..) the pop wagon on friday cement as a whole the olive oil factory or carrying bricks.. ii the pop wagon on a friday took only two hours brevity that was the answer.. the cement truck on tuesdays took two and half hours.. but ended in tears.. the shift in the olive oil factory could last eighteen hours.. digging holes an eternity carrying bricks up stairs works up quite a thirst.. never mind soon be.. be in pauli´ s soup kitchen where wine smooth and cool as honey bees.. chicken and macaroni..! iii the cement was high in lime and invariably chafed the skin and in that hole it would set to be picked out with olive oil and a pin..drunk,the screaming and carry on.. we laughed and held them down better digging holes..!* *it was so painful..! **down and out in paris and london by gearge orwell
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
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