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She wore her red beret at an angle tilted slightly her hair flowed from the back and sides she had just ridden my blue two wheeled scooter then sat beside me on the grass the blue scooter resting against the wall I wonder if people hid in the bomb shelters? she said if the air-raid sirens went off they would have done I said looking at the shelters over the way bet it was dark in there and spiders and such she said better than being blown apart by a bomb I said I gave her one of my sherbet flying saucer sweets she put it in her mouth and ******* up her eyes sour she said I smiled gets you like that the first time around she opened her eyes guess so she said she watched as I put one in my mouth and sensed the sherbet explode on the tongue then chewed the outer softness can I have another? Janice asked sitting there head to one side sure I said and offered her the bag she put two of her thin fingers in and took out a sweet I noticed how blue her eyes were like small oceans each reflecting the summer sky she wiped her fingers on her orange dress leaving a white sherbet damp powdery mess.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
JANICE AND SHERBET.
She wore her red beret at an angle tilted slightly her hair flowed from the back and sides she had just ridden my blue two wheeled scooter then sat beside me on the grass the blue scooter resting against the wall I wonder if people hid in the bomb shelters? she said if the air-raid sirens went off they would have done I said looking at the shelters over the way bet it was dark in there and spiders and such she said better than being blown apart by a bomb I said I gave her one of my sherbet flying saucer sweets she put it in her mouth and ******* up her eyes sour she said I smiled gets you like that the first time around she opened her eyes guess so she said she watched as I put one in my mouth and sensed the sherbet explode on the tongue then chewed the outer softness can I have another? Janice asked sitting there head to one side sure I said and offered her the bag she put two of her thin fingers in and took out a sweet I noticed how blue her eyes were like small oceans each reflecting the summer sky she wiped her fingers on her orange dress leaving a white sherbet damp powdery mess.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
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