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You make a good bed, Sophia said. I smoothed the top sheet of Mr H's bed with a motion of my hand, trying hard not to look at her by the sink in the corner. It's a firm bed, isn't it? It's metal framed for endurance, I said, lifting my head, seeing her standing there with Vim powder in her hand and cloth in the other. We have **** I pulled up the blankets and duvet, pretending I hadn't heard. No one around, she said, be safe. Until Mr H or some other old boy comes along and keels over clutching their heart, I replied. She smiled, turned and began powdering the sink and scrubbing with the cloth. I looked out the window at the grounds below; the grass was a bright green, the few trees in full leaf. I turned and she was standing there with one foot on the bed and her skirt hem lifted, showing a fair glimpse of leg. You sure we not have **** Not here, not now, I said, taking the glimpse of leg inside my head. She pouted her lip and shook her long blonde hair. Shame, it could be good. I went out the room, closing the door, thinking of my next task, giving Sidney his morning bath, and as I walked on, I heard her mocking laugh.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
MOCKING LAUGH.
You make a good bed, Sophia said. I smoothed the top sheet of Mr H's bed with a motion of my hand, trying hard not to look at her by the sink in the corner. It's a firm bed, isn't it? It's metal framed for endurance, I said, lifting my head, seeing her standing there with Vim powder in her hand and cloth in the other. We have **** I pulled up the blankets and duvet, pretending I hadn't heard. No one around, she said, be safe. Until Mr H or some other old boy comes along and keels over clutching their heart, I replied. She smiled, turned and began powdering the sink and scrubbing with the cloth. I looked out the window at the grounds below; the grass was a bright green, the few trees in full leaf. I turned and she was standing there with one foot on the bed and her skirt hem lifted, showing a fair glimpse of leg. You sure we not have **** Not here, not now, I said, taking the glimpse of leg inside my head. She pouted her lip and shook her long blonde hair. Shame, it could be good. I went out the room, closing the door, thinking of my next task, giving Sidney his morning bath, and as I walked on, I heard her mocking laugh.
A BOY AND POLISH GIRL IN CARE HOME IN 1969
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
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