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On my way to the shop across the road down the concrete stairs of the flats I saw Ingrid sitting on a step a floor down from mine what you doing here? I asked I dropped a pink of milk on the way back from the shop and now my dad'll **** me I daren't go home I looked at her sitting there old grey dress matty hair well you can't sit here all day your mum will wonder where you are she looked at me wide eyed I know but I can't go home until he's gone to work or I’m for it how long ago did you drop it? 15 minutes or so down by the slope I thought of the broken glass and messy milk wait here I’ll talk with my mum so I went back upstairs to our flat and spoke to Mum and she gave me an extra bit of money to get another bottle of milk so I went down the stairs and said come on let's get another bottle how? she asked my mum gave me some money to get another but be careful this time she smiled her goofy smile and we went down the stairs and out through the Square and down the slope to the shop passed the broken bottle and spilt milk and the morning sun was coming over the factory beside the fresh fish shop and we got my mother's shopping and another pint and never spilt a drop.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
THE MILK ADVENTURE.
On my way to the shop across the road down the concrete stairs of the flats I saw Ingrid sitting on a step a floor down from mine what you doing here? I asked I dropped a pink of milk on the way back from the shop and now my dad'll **** me I daren't go home I looked at her sitting there old grey dress matty hair well you can't sit here all day your mum will wonder where you are she looked at me wide eyed I know but I can't go home until he's gone to work or I’m for it how long ago did you drop it? 15 minutes or so down by the slope I thought of the broken glass and messy milk wait here I’ll talk with my mum so I went back upstairs to our flat and spoke to Mum and she gave me an extra bit of money to get another bottle of milk so I went down the stairs and said come on let's get another bottle how? she asked my mum gave me some money to get another but be careful this time she smiled her goofy smile and we went down the stairs and out through the Square and down the slope to the shop passed the broken bottle and spilt milk and the morning sun was coming over the factory beside the fresh fish shop and we got my mother's shopping and another pint and never spilt a drop.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
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