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I saw Benny on the bus and we walked home to the flats. On the stairs between his flat and mine we kissed it was a simple kiss just lips on lips. Then we parted and I went upstairs and he went along to his parents' flat and I went to mine. My mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner. My young brothers were in the other room playing with toys. How was your day at school? Mum said. It was all right I said Sister Bridget talked about the Mass. Mother nodded and carried on rolling out pastry. When your father gets home I expect he will want to know what you have learnt about the Mass Mum said I hope you remember what you were taught. I have I said. I went to my bedroom and got out of my school uniform. The boys were playing with their toys in the front room. I folded my uniform on a chair and put on a dress and cardigan and sat on my bed going over in my mind about the Mass. Across the way from the window I saw a steam train go over the bridge smoke puffing out into the sky. I could still feel the kiss on my lips. I would have kissed again but felt shy.
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
FAY'S DAY 1960.
I saw Benny on the bus and we walked home to the flats. On the stairs between his flat and mine we kissed it was a simple kiss just lips on lips. Then we parted and I went upstairs and he went along to his parents' flat and I went to mine. My mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner. My young brothers were in the other room playing with toys. How was your day at school? Mum said. It was all right I said Sister Bridget talked about the Mass. Mother nodded and carried on rolling out pastry. When your father gets home I expect he will want to know what you have learnt about the Mass Mum said I hope you remember what you were taught. I have I said. I went to my bedroom and got out of my school uniform. The boys were playing with their toys in the front room. I folded my uniform on a chair and put on a dress and cardigan and sat on my bed going over in my mind about the Mass. Across the way from the window I saw a steam train go over the bridge smoke puffing out into the sky. I could still feel the kiss on my lips. I would have kissed again but felt shy.
A GIRL IN LONDON IN 1960
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
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