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Anne stuck her tongue out at the back of the departing nun. A third degree on her bad behaviour with the other kids at the nursing home and her attitude with other nuns had been noted. The stump of her amputated leg throbbed; her absent toes itched. The nun crossed the lawn and disappeared into the home. The Kid walked over to where she sat in her wheelchair and sat beside her. What did the penguin want? He said. She's had complaints about me, Anne replied, the sick prats have grassed. He gazed at the leg stump where she'd pulled up her red skirt. Looks redder than usual, he said. Have your eyeful, Kid, she said moaningly. Have you showed Sister Paul? He said. I wouldn't show her my backside if it was on fire, she replied, pulling down her skirt. Push me out to the beach, Kid, I need sea air, she said. O.k., he said, and pushed her wheelchair along the avenue of trees to the back gate and out by beach and sea. Breath in the air, Kid; this is it; the wildness of the sea and the wind blowing free.
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
Girl and the Sea 1958.
Anne stuck her tongue out at the back of the departing nun. A third degree on her bad behaviour with the other kids at the nursing home and her attitude with other nuns had been noted. The stump of her amputated leg throbbed; her absent toes itched. The nun crossed the lawn and disappeared into the home. The Kid walked over to where she sat in her wheelchair and sat beside her. What did the penguin want? He said. She's had complaints about me, Anne replied, the sick prats have grassed. He gazed at the leg stump where she'd pulled up her red skirt. Looks redder than usual, he said. Have your eyeful, Kid, she said moaningly. Have you showed Sister Paul? He said. I wouldn't show her my backside if it was on fire, she replied, pulling down her skirt. Push me out to the beach, Kid, I need sea air, she said. O.k., he said, and pushed her wheelchair along the avenue of trees to the back gate and out by beach and sea. Breath in the air, Kid; this is it; the wildness of the sea and the wind blowing free.
A girl and boy in seaside nursing home 1958
TerryCollett
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
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