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Enid sips her share of the Tizer as I share the fruit buns between us it's Easter off from school sitting down on the grass by Bank's House with her palm she slowly wipes the top off of the big Tizer drink bottle and hands it back to me do you get Easter eggs? she asks me one or two I reply I take a big mouthful of Tizer she nibbles her fruit bun do you get Easter eggs? I ask her it depends if I'm good my dad says she replies and are you? am I what? are you good? try to be but then he my daddy says I've not Enid says I hand her the Tizer having wiped the bottle your old man's a pig head Enid snorts and Tizer rises up her small nose I smile then and hand her my hanky a clean one fresh laundered not funny she tells me me choking she wipes the Tizer from her small nose as I pat her thin back and pick off bits of bun exploded on my arm want more drink? not just now she replies with choke tears in her eyes.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
ENID CHOKES.
Enid sips her share of the Tizer as I share the fruit buns between us it's Easter off from school sitting down on the grass by Bank's House with her palm she slowly wipes the top off of the big Tizer drink bottle and hands it back to me do you get Easter eggs? she asks me one or two I reply I take a big mouthful of Tizer she nibbles her fruit bun do you get Easter eggs? I ask her it depends if I'm good my dad says she replies and are you? am I what? are you good? try to be but then he my daddy says I've not Enid says I hand her the Tizer having wiped the bottle your old man's a pig head Enid snorts and Tizer rises up her small nose I smile then and hand her my hanky a clean one fresh laundered not funny she tells me me choking she wipes the Tizer from her small nose as I pat her thin back and pick off bits of bun exploded on my arm want more drink? not just now she replies with choke tears in her eyes.
A NINE YEAR OLD BOY AND GIRL AND A CHOKING FIT.
terry-collett
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
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