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After school I met Fay on the bus. She said a nun at school had talked about the Mass. She explained about it but it was Dutch to me but I didn't let on as it seemed to matter to her. We got off the bus and walked up Meadow Row. So Jesus is in the bread and wine? I said. Yes under the appearance of bread and wine it is called a sacrificial meal I think Sister Bridget said Fay explained. She had lovely blonde hair and blue eyes and she was so near to me I could sense her being there. Our hands were nearly touching just an inch and they would touch. We crossed Rockingham Street and walked up the slope to the Square. I told her about Eddie getting the cane for talking in assembly. She seemed upset about it. We climbed the concrete stairs to the flats. On the stairs between my parents' flat and hers we stopped and kissed. Lips to lips. It was warm and wet. I didn't want it to end but we did. She walked up the stairs and I went down. I went into the flat and said hello to my mother. I never said to Fay that I love her.
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
BENNY LOVED FAY 1960
After school I met Fay on the bus. She said a nun at school had talked about the Mass. She explained about it but it was Dutch to me but I didn't let on as it seemed to matter to her. We got off the bus and walked up Meadow Row. So Jesus is in the bread and wine? I said. Yes under the appearance of bread and wine it is called a sacrificial meal I think Sister Bridget said Fay explained. She had lovely blonde hair and blue eyes and she was so near to me I could sense her being there. Our hands were nearly touching just an inch and they would touch. We crossed Rockingham Street and walked up the slope to the Square. I told her about Eddie getting the cane for talking in assembly. She seemed upset about it. We climbed the concrete stairs to the flats. On the stairs between my parents' flat and hers we stopped and kissed. Lips to lips. It was warm and wet. I didn't want it to end but we did. She walked up the stairs and I went down. I went into the flat and said hello to my mother. I never said to Fay that I love her.
A BOY A ND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1960
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
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