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Helen said Mrs Knight's cat had died got run over out on the road squashed up in the kerb. Helen showed me her face distraught tears in eyes. There it was a tabby cat dead and bloodied. Does Mrs Knight know? I said. Yes she's most upset Helen said she asked my dad if he could box it up and bury it outback in the small bit of garden no one uses and he said he would after his dinner. We watched the dead cat it seemed old and was probably in cat's heaven now I said to cheer her up. Do you think so Benny? she said. Sure it is I said. She seemed pleased and we walked off leaving the cat to Helen's dad to pick up and bury in the small bit of garden no one uses except other cats to **** in or wait for birds to catch. We walked under the railway bridge as a steam train steamed over and away. Poor kitty no more to play.
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
HELEN AND THE DEAD CAT 1955.
Helen said Mrs Knight's cat had died got run over out on the road squashed up in the kerb. Helen showed me her face distraught tears in eyes. There it was a tabby cat dead and bloodied. Does Mrs Knight know? I said. Yes she's most upset Helen said she asked my dad if he could box it up and bury it outback in the small bit of garden no one uses and he said he would after his dinner. We watched the dead cat it seemed old and was probably in cat's heaven now I said to cheer her up. Do you think so Benny? she said. Sure it is I said. She seemed pleased and we walked off leaving the cat to Helen's dad to pick up and bury in the small bit of garden no one uses except other cats to **** in or wait for birds to catch. We walked under the railway bridge as a steam train steamed over and away. Poor kitty no more to play.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1955
TerryCollett
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
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