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Three children, clean and roundly fed, **** time scraping frost from the bookie’s window. Inside betting slips are torn in half. Neglect isn't always obvious.
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 8:42 PM UTC
Christmas Eve on Bath Street
Three children, clean and roundly fed, **** time scraping frost from the bookie’s window. Inside betting slips are torn in half. Neglect isn't always obvious.
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 8:42 PM UTC
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