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Oct 2018
I grin my stupid grin, noting the green flecks and the hard to get at strands of meat, relishing the deep booth, the just loud enough too loud music, the familiar smile dishing out the platters, the laughter of being the first to the shake and squeeze of the red not quite ketchup between my hands, the almost fit of the dripping burger in my mouth, leaving a lick of a stain on my lower lip and a longer lasting comfort blanket layered in my stomach from that meal and a half, once in a while treat of my family, sandwiched together and perfectly reflected in the wall mirror.
Childhood South East London memories.  Who knows how accurate they are.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  56/M/London, U.K.
(56/M/London, U.K.)   
   Keith Wilson and ap
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