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Biggs was a small kid had wing nut ears and bulgy eyes. We played games of football cards against the wall of the junior school playground in morning break. Usually I won but I liked him so let him win games so I could see his smile which would spread from ear to ear. One morning Cogan came over and took Biggs's cards from the ground and held them against his shirt. You want em Biggs you come get em Cogan said. Biggs's ear went red and his eyes bulged more. Let him have his cards back I said. What's it to you? shudup or I'll take yours as well he said. I picked up my cards and said is that your face or are you breaking in for a friend? You talkin to me? Cogan said. I stuffed my cards in the back pocket of my trousers. If you heard what I said why ask? I said. Cogan looked past me at Biggs. If you want your cards come get em he said. Biggs headbutted Cogan's gut and the cards flew in the air. There was a rumble of bodies and fists and legs. I picked up Biggs's cards and held them again my chest and stared. A teacher came and broke them up and took them inside to see the head. I pocketed Biggs's cards and walked ahead.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
BIGGS AND I 1958.
Biggs was a small kid had wing nut ears and bulgy eyes. We played games of football cards against the wall of the junior school playground in morning break. Usually I won but I liked him so let him win games so I could see his smile which would spread from ear to ear. One morning Cogan came over and took Biggs's cards from the ground and held them against his shirt. You want em Biggs you come get em Cogan said. Biggs's ear went red and his eyes bulged more. Let him have his cards back I said. What's it to you? shudup or I'll take yours as well he said. I picked up my cards and said is that your face or are you breaking in for a friend? You talkin to me? Cogan said. I stuffed my cards in the back pocket of my trousers. If you heard what I said why ask? I said. Cogan looked past me at Biggs. If you want your cards come get em he said. Biggs headbutted Cogan's gut and the cards flew in the air. There was a rumble of bodies and fists and legs. I picked up Biggs's cards and held them again my chest and stared. A teacher came and broke them up and took them inside to see the head. I pocketed Biggs's cards and walked ahead.
BOYS AT SCHOOL IN LONDON IN 1959
TerryCollett
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
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