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You showed Lizbeth the empty cottage down the country lane. Maybe we can get in some how and do it there, she said. You looked at the overgrown garden: I couldn't do that, you said. Not do what get in or do it ? she said. Neither of them, you said. Why not? it can't be that hard to get inside, and surely you like *** she said. A goldfinch flew to the apple tree and made noise. Rooks flew above and around the tall trees. I won't break into the cottage, nor have *** you said. She pouted her lip: Why are we here, then? she asked. (When I came with Jane a few weeks ago, we looked around the outside talking about one day marrying someone and living there. We also looked at the various birds in the garden.) Just to show you the cottage and see what birds there are, you said. She looked bored: I didn't cycle all the way here to look at this empty cottage and look at ****** birds, she said. I didn't ask you to cycle out here, you said. She sighed and gazed at the garden. Maybe you should come into town, she said. Too far to walk, and there is only a bus on Saturday morning, you said. You can cycle, she said. I haven't a bike, you replied. She didn't know what to say. I get the coach to school on weekdays, you said. After a few minutes we walked up the lane to where she parked her bike. See you at school, Monday, she said. She rode off and didn't look back. You watched until she was out of sight and then you went back to the shed to help your father saw up logs. Far off you heard cows moo, and the barking of dogs.
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Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 5:53 AM UTC
Lizbeth and You 1961
You showed Lizbeth the empty cottage down the country lane. Maybe we can get in some how and do it there, she said. You looked at the overgrown garden: I couldn't do that, you said. Not do what get in or do it ? she said. Neither of them, you said. Why not? it can't be that hard to get inside, and surely you like *** she said. A goldfinch flew to the apple tree and made noise. Rooks flew above and around the tall trees. I won't break into the cottage, nor have *** you said. She pouted her lip: Why are we here, then? she asked. (When I came with Jane a few weeks ago, we looked around the outside talking about one day marrying someone and living there. We also looked at the various birds in the garden.) Just to show you the cottage and see what birds there are, you said. She looked bored: I didn't cycle all the way here to look at this empty cottage and look at ****** birds, she said. I didn't ask you to cycle out here, you said. She sighed and gazed at the garden. Maybe you should come into town, she said. Too far to walk, and there is only a bus on Saturday morning, you said. You can cycle, she said. I haven't a bike, you replied. She didn't know what to say. I get the coach to school on weekdays, you said. After a few minutes we walked up the lane to where she parked her bike. See you at school, Monday, she said. She rode off and didn't look back. You watched until she was out of sight and then you went back to the shed to help your father saw up logs. Far off you heard cows moo, and the barking of dogs.
TerryCollett
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Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 5:53 AM UTC
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