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From the time I woke up and went downstairs my mother moaned. Lizbeth you have to make your room tidier I have never seen such a room and your ***** linen needs putting in the washing bag not on the floor. I ate toast and tried to ignore her looking at her. Her hair was a frizzy grey as if electric was buzzing through it as she spoke. That black skirt is too short she moaned on my mother would never have allowed me to wear such a thing. The cat was sitting by the back door waiting to go out it was tired of her moaning too. I slurp my milk (just to annoy her) and said I am going out. Out this time of morning? she said. I need to go see someone I said. Who at this time? she queried. A boy I like I said. Not that boy who was here that day when I got back from shopping? she said. Yes Benny I said. At this hour? she moaned. He gets busy later I lied. She moaned on so I crept out the back door and let the cat out. I got out my bike and rode off before she could say another word. I peddled fast like a wild flying bird.
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
MORNING ESCAPE 1961.
From the time I woke up and went downstairs my mother moaned. Lizbeth you have to make your room tidier I have never seen such a room and your ***** linen needs putting in the washing bag not on the floor. I ate toast and tried to ignore her looking at her. Her hair was a frizzy grey as if electric was buzzing through it as she spoke. That black skirt is too short she moaned on my mother would never have allowed me to wear such a thing. The cat was sitting by the back door waiting to go out it was tired of her moaning too. I slurp my milk (just to annoy her) and said I am going out. Out this time of morning? she said. I need to go see someone I said. Who at this time? she queried. A boy I like I said. Not that boy who was here that day when I got back from shopping? she said. Yes Benny I said. At this hour? she moaned. He gets busy later I lied. She moaned on so I crept out the back door and let the cat out. I got out my bike and rode off before she could say another word. I peddled fast like a wild flying bird.
A GIRL AND HER MOTHER 1961
#girl#mother#1961
TerryCollett
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
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