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You'd picked a fight with the best man and it was only you being a woman that it didn't turn nasty. You stormed up the road for the bus and I and your children followed. It had been at your niece's wedding reception and after the speeches and toasts. I had pulled you away from him thinking it some misunderstanding. A mouthful of abuse hit the air and him standing there. You'd had a few drinks and something was said and off you went at him like a barking dog. Take her home, Mate, the best man said. We waited by the bus stop in the evening air and you fumed and the children stood in silence giving you the stare. I said nothing of any consequence just a few words of calming you down but it didn't work and you moaned the more. I had been drinking and talking to the bride now newly married to the drip in a suit. I missed the row' s beginning only caught the language in the air and you waving your arms and I went to sort out and calm it down. The bus came and we boarded and sat down. You were silent but still fuming. I sat wondering if the bride was a ****** or if the drip had been at it before or some other. The children were quiet and gazed at their mother.
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
Wedding Reception Row 1980
You'd picked a fight with the best man and it was only you being a woman that it didn't turn nasty. You stormed up the road for the bus and I and your children followed. It had been at your niece's wedding reception and after the speeches and toasts. I had pulled you away from him thinking it some misunderstanding. A mouthful of abuse hit the air and him standing there. You'd had a few drinks and something was said and off you went at him like a barking dog. Take her home, Mate, the best man said. We waited by the bus stop in the evening air and you fumed and the children stood in silence giving you the stare. I said nothing of any consequence just a few words of calming you down but it didn't work and you moaned the more. I had been drinking and talking to the bride now newly married to the drip in a suit. I missed the row' s beginning only caught the language in the air and you waving your arms and I went to sort out and calm it down. The bus came and we boarded and sat down. You were silent but still fuming. I sat wondering if the bride was a ****** or if the drip had been at it before or some other. The children were quiet and gazed at their mother.
TerryCollett
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
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