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Fay stood next to Baruch in the Square have a ride if you like on my new blue scooter he had said so she did with one foot placed firm on the scooter the other pushed away the hard ground moving on the scooter hands gripping the rubber handle bars and she sensed air in her face and hair moving fast Baruch left behind her in the Square he thinking how happy now she was moving on over ground other kids shouting out faster Fay and she did as if all pent up fears had gone bang and had then disappeared get off that Jew's scooter her father shouted out and she turned and the fears all returned she got off the scooter handed it to Baruch all joy gone happiness had dissolved her father gripped her hand hauled her off looking back at Baruch hatefully but Baruch merely smiled his contempt his green eyes or hazel as some said shooting off those arrows pretendingly in the **** of Fay's strict catholic father but to Fay he blew to her from his palm the unseen pink kisses of concern then she'd gone up the stairs to her fate a lecture against Jews murderers of Jesus he will say or worst still punishment a beating to enforce his strict will.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
HIS STRICT WILL.
Fay stood next to Baruch in the Square have a ride if you like on my new blue scooter he had said so she did with one foot placed firm on the scooter the other pushed away the hard ground moving on the scooter hands gripping the rubber handle bars and she sensed air in her face and hair moving fast Baruch left behind her in the Square he thinking how happy now she was moving on over ground other kids shouting out faster Fay and she did as if all pent up fears had gone bang and had then disappeared get off that Jew's scooter her father shouted out and she turned and the fears all returned she got off the scooter handed it to Baruch all joy gone happiness had dissolved her father gripped her hand hauled her off looking back at Baruch hatefully but Baruch merely smiled his contempt his green eyes or hazel as some said shooting off those arrows pretendingly in the **** of Fay's strict catholic father but to Fay he blew to her from his palm the unseen pink kisses of concern then she'd gone up the stairs to her fate a lecture against Jews murderers of Jesus he will say or worst still punishment a beating to enforce his strict will.
BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
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