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Helen passes me her doll Battered Betty hold her for a minute she says I hold the doll between hands away from me in case she may wet on me as my old man used to do when my kid brother was a babe and he didn't want the kid's *** on his new suit what's wrong with her? I ask she's got a temperature Helen says I look at the doll who looks white and cold and I smile ok I say well take off these clothes and woollen jumper no wonder she's hot and got a temperature we are walking along Meadow Row towards the fish and chips shop over the crossing to get my mother's order do you think she's got a temperature? Helen asks I feel the doll's forehead no it seems fine to me I say ok she says and take the doll back and holds her against her chest rocking the doll side to side and patting the doll's back it's just she seemed hot this morning Helen says when I got her out of bed whose bed? I ask mine she says the one I share with my sister with Betty between us next to Teddy I see I say seeing her rock the doll side to side like a good little mother she's lucky I say I sleep with my little brother.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
HELEN'S DOLL 1955
Helen passes me her doll Battered Betty hold her for a minute she says I hold the doll between hands away from me in case she may wet on me as my old man used to do when my kid brother was a babe and he didn't want the kid's *** on his new suit what's wrong with her? I ask she's got a temperature Helen says I look at the doll who looks white and cold and I smile ok I say well take off these clothes and woollen jumper no wonder she's hot and got a temperature we are walking along Meadow Row towards the fish and chips shop over the crossing to get my mother's order do you think she's got a temperature? Helen asks I feel the doll's forehead no it seems fine to me I say ok she says and take the doll back and holds her against her chest rocking the doll side to side and patting the doll's back it's just she seemed hot this morning Helen says when I got her out of bed whose bed? I ask mine she says the one I share with my sister with Betty between us next to Teddy I see I say seeing her rock the doll side to side like a good little mother she's lucky I say I sleep with my little brother.
A GIRL AND HER DOLL AND A BOY IN LONDON IN 1955
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
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