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Lydia's father was up early he was on an early shift. Lydia got up and drifted into the sitting room where he sitting at the table eating toast and sipping his tea. Up early Princess couldn't you sleep? Gloria's got most of the bed and she throws her arms out when she's sleeping, Lydia said. Her father looked at her: what are you upto today? Might go out with Benny. Where you going? Lydia shrugged: don't know depends on where we decide. Her father smiled: quite a couple aren't you. Might go to Victoria train station see the steam trains, she said. Mind the roads, he said. We'll probably go by bus if Mum'll let me have the fare, she said. He raised his eyebrows: good luck with that Princess; more chance of getting blood out of a stone. He finished his tea and toast and left. She sat there gazing at his empty all cup all alone.
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
Blood From A Stone 1958
Lydia's father was up early he was on an early shift. Lydia got up and drifted into the sitting room where he sitting at the table eating toast and sipping his tea. Up early Princess couldn't you sleep? Gloria's got most of the bed and she throws her arms out when she's sleeping, Lydia said. Her father looked at her: what are you upto today? Might go out with Benny. Where you going? Lydia shrugged: don't know depends on where we decide. Her father smiled: quite a couple aren't you. Might go to Victoria train station see the steam trains, she said. Mind the roads, he said. We'll probably go by bus if Mum'll let me have the fare, she said. He raised his eyebrows: good luck with that Princess; more chance of getting blood out of a stone. He finished his tea and toast and left. She sat there gazing at his empty all cup all alone.
Kids in London 1958
TerryCollett
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
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