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I passed the gym with Rolly he was talking about his weekend with the parents and how his dad wanted to go fishing but the mother-in-law came and that was it but I was thinking of Yiska I'd not seen her since Friday and she hadn't been there when I got off the school bus   and she usually was waiting eager-eyed maybe she was ill I thought maybe she'd forgotten to meet the bus and Rolly was still yapping about his gran when Yiska came out of the the gym with another girl Yiska smiled and touched my arm and said I was late I missed your bus coming in the other girl walked off down the passageway but Rolly stood there watching hands in pockets gawking disapprovingly see you lunchtime on the field? I asked sure will she said smiling squeezing my arm and she went off in her P.E. gear short green skirt yellow top and as she walked away with her swaying hips I thought it was my birthday.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
BIRTHDAY GIFT 1962.
I passed the gym with Rolly he was talking about his weekend with the parents and how his dad wanted to go fishing but the mother-in-law came and that was it but I was thinking of Yiska I'd not seen her since Friday and she hadn't been there when I got off the school bus   and she usually was waiting eager-eyed maybe she was ill I thought maybe she'd forgotten to meet the bus and Rolly was still yapping about his gran when Yiska came out of the the gym with another girl Yiska smiled and touched my arm and said I was late I missed your bus coming in the other girl walked off down the passageway but Rolly stood there watching hands in pockets gawking disapprovingly see you lunchtime on the field? I asked sure will she said smiling squeezing my arm and she went off in her P.E. gear short green skirt yellow top and as she walked away with her swaying hips I thought it was my birthday.
A BOY AND GIRL AT HIGH SCHOOL IN 1962
TerryCollett
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
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