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She's nae ready yit Mrs Scot said when I called for Hannah at the flat. Will she be long? I asked. Ah dinnae kinn she said waltzing away up the passage leaving me on the doorstep gazing at her disappearing **** I looked back into the Square. Boys were riding their bikes round the pram sheds and girls were playing hop-scotch in chalked out boxes or doing handstands against the wall. Thought I heard your voice Hannah said I was in the bog. Mum's not in a happy mood as Dad forgot her birthday present yesterday and today. I nodded and looked at her standing there. We're going out she called to her mother. A grunt came back along the passage way. We went out and she closed the door. Is she ever happy your mother? I said. Ah dinnae kinn Hannah said and smiled. We went to the park and rode the swings and slide. Then we lay on the grass and she did mimics of her mother and we laughed a lot. Then we sat in the shade of the trees being hot.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
Being Hot 1960
She's nae ready yit Mrs Scot said when I called for Hannah at the flat. Will she be long? I asked. Ah dinnae kinn she said waltzing away up the passage leaving me on the doorstep gazing at her disappearing **** I looked back into the Square. Boys were riding their bikes round the pram sheds and girls were playing hop-scotch in chalked out boxes or doing handstands against the wall. Thought I heard your voice Hannah said I was in the bog. Mum's not in a happy mood as Dad forgot her birthday present yesterday and today. I nodded and looked at her standing there. We're going out she called to her mother. A grunt came back along the passage way. We went out and she closed the door. Is she ever happy your mother? I said. Ah dinnae kinn Hannah said and smiled. We went to the park and rode the swings and slide. Then we lay on the grass and she did mimics of her mother and we laughed a lot. Then we sat in the shade of the trees being hot.
TerryCollett
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
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