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You and Helen played Snap on the grass in front of Banks House, the cards landing on the grass where you tossed them in play. Snap! Helen said, two of the baker, Benny. You nodded and she took the cards from the grass. She had more cards than you now, and she seemed pleased, shuffling the cards in her small 7 year old hands. You shuffled yours in your 7 year old hands, your fingers nimble. You gazed at her as she sat there crossed legged, her hair plaited into two plaits, her thick lens glasses making her eyes large. She began and put down a card, you followed her, then her again. Over the way coal trucks were being loaded with coal, a few horse drawn wagons stood there also, the horses standing patiently, wearing nose bags. I'm going to the flicks this afternoon, you said, you want to come? She stopped and held the card in mid air. I'll ask Mum if I can go, Helen said, looking at you with her large eyes, what is the film about? You placed a card down. Cowboy film, should be good, you said. She looked at the cards on the grass, then back at you: I hope I can go, she said. Snap! You said, seeing two cards the same, distracted she looked at you saying: you've won the game.
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
WON THE GAME 1955.
You and Helen played Snap on the grass in front of Banks House, the cards landing on the grass where you tossed them in play. Snap! Helen said, two of the baker, Benny. You nodded and she took the cards from the grass. She had more cards than you now, and she seemed pleased, shuffling the cards in her small 7 year old hands. You shuffled yours in your 7 year old hands, your fingers nimble. You gazed at her as she sat there crossed legged, her hair plaited into two plaits, her thick lens glasses making her eyes large. She began and put down a card, you followed her, then her again. Over the way coal trucks were being loaded with coal, a few horse drawn wagons stood there also, the horses standing patiently, wearing nose bags. I'm going to the flicks this afternoon, you said, you want to come? She stopped and held the card in mid air. I'll ask Mum if I can go, Helen said, looking at you with her large eyes, what is the film about? You placed a card down. Cowboy film, should be good, you said. She looked at the cards on the grass, then back at you: I hope I can go, she said. Snap! You said, seeing two cards the same, distracted she looked at you saying: you've won the game.
A BOY AND GIRL PLAY SNAP IN 1955.
TerryCollett
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
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