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What's your name skinny kid? Benny. He looked at the girl in the wheelchair with one leg. I’ll call you Skinny Kid. She looked past him at other kids on the lawn and on the swings. Why you here? she added looking back at him. Had an operation and am here for rest. He looked at her red skirt and the one leg visible. What happened to your leg? She pulled up her red skirt and showed him the stump. Lost it, can't find it anywhere; have a good gawk, Kid. He did. Can I touch it? She stared at him sure why not. He touched her stump. It feels warm. Look out the penguins are about. She pulled down her skirt. The boy looked back at the lawn and saw a tall nun dressed in black walk towards them. He sat on one of the white metal chairs. The nun stopped by the table and stared at Benny. You are the new boy? Yes I’m Benny. She nodded. She gazed at the girl. I hope you are behaving and not leading Benny astray. Anne looked at the nun. I always behave Sister Paul. The nun didn't look convinced. That has yet to be seen. The nun turned and walked to the swings and talked to other kids. That crow is always on my case, Kid, avoid her like the piles. Benny nodded and put on one of his good boy smiles.
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
MEETING ANNE 1959
What's your name skinny kid? Benny. He looked at the girl in the wheelchair with one leg. I’ll call you Skinny Kid. She looked past him at other kids on the lawn and on the swings. Why you here? she added looking back at him. Had an operation and am here for rest. He looked at her red skirt and the one leg visible. What happened to your leg? She pulled up her red skirt and showed him the stump. Lost it, can't find it anywhere; have a good gawk, Kid. He did. Can I touch it? She stared at him sure why not. He touched her stump. It feels warm. Look out the penguins are about. She pulled down her skirt. The boy looked back at the lawn and saw a tall nun dressed in black walk towards them. He sat on one of the white metal chairs. The nun stopped by the table and stared at Benny. You are the new boy? Yes I’m Benny. She nodded. She gazed at the girl. I hope you are behaving and not leading Benny astray. Anne looked at the nun. I always behave Sister Paul. The nun didn't look convinced. That has yet to be seen. The nun turned and walked to the swings and talked to other kids. That crow is always on my case, Kid, avoid her like the piles. Benny nodded and put on one of his good boy smiles.
KIDS IN A NURSING HOME IN ENGLAND IN 1959
TerryCollett
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
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