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Underhill was not impressed he had not been chosen for the school soccer team. He stood with me and other kids who didn't want to play. Why'd he not choose me I am one of the best centre-forwards he's got? Underhill said. I watched the PE teacher playing referee blowing his whistle. I said I guess not. You're full of **** Underhill said. You're full of bluff I replied. He was bigger than I was broader and taller. You've too much lip he said. The whistle blew again and we both watched the teams play. Not your day I said. He stormed off up to the lines boy who waved a flag. I thought of Jane who had kissed me up on the Downs the day before wet lips soft the best kiss I'd ever had. Underhill was moaning at the lines boy in a mood and I was glad.
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
UNDERHILL'S MOOD 1961
Underhill was not impressed he had not been chosen for the school soccer team. He stood with me and other kids who didn't want to play. Why'd he not choose me I am one of the best centre-forwards he's got? Underhill said. I watched the PE teacher playing referee blowing his whistle. I said I guess not. You're full of **** Underhill said. You're full of bluff I replied. He was bigger than I was broader and taller. You've too much lip he said. The whistle blew again and we both watched the teams play. Not your day I said. He stormed off up to the lines boy who waved a flag. I thought of Jane who had kissed me up on the Downs the day before wet lips soft the best kiss I'd ever had. Underhill was moaning at the lines boy in a mood and I was glad.
BOY AT SCHOOL AND FOOTBALL AND A KISS 1961
TerryCollett
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
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