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So I told her Anne said stomping around on her crutches like a demented Amazon I told her to go **** herself Baruch blushed at the word his ears tingled as if they’d been slapped what did she say? he asked she said I’d go to Hell for using words like that Anne said crutching herself down by the children’s slide and shooed away the children playing there I told her I’d see her there she added Baruch scratched his head what did Sister Paul say to that? she said if she were my mother she’d put me over her knee Anne laughed and stomped over to the children’s swing where little Miss Sad was sitting but who fled as Anne approached so you aren’t allowed to go to the beach then? Baruch asked no Skinny Kid or so she said not to go without a member of staff he nodded his head she pulled a face he fiddled with his fingers she scratched the stump of her leg so what do we do? he asked his eyes caught by the exposed remaining part of her leg go to the beach of course she said and stop gawking at my stump will you Kid unless you want to kiss it he looked away back at the nursing home behind them what if she sees us? she won’t she couldn’t see a fly on her nose Anne retorted but what if we get caught down there? he asked think positive Kid we won’t they won’t miss us no more than Sister Paul misses *** she said Baruch hesitated he hated getting into trouble felt uneasy about the deed shall I get your wheelchair? no then they will know if you go wheeling that across the grass no we’ll walk out the back gate stealthily she said he looked at her and smiled she stared back towards the nursing home he stared where her stump hung just beneath the short skirt then looked away quick as she gazed at him let’s go Kid and she crutched herself forward between the avenue of trees and he followed looking back at the windows of the home wondering how many eyes were there but she was going on at a determined rate not caring a fig leaving all things to some unknown god or fate.
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
ONE LEGGED ANNE AND FATE.
So I told her Anne said stomping around on her crutches like a demented Amazon I told her to go **** herself Baruch blushed at the word his ears tingled as if they’d been slapped what did she say? he asked she said I’d go to Hell for using words like that Anne said crutching herself down by the children’s slide and shooed away the children playing there I told her I’d see her there she added Baruch scratched his head what did Sister Paul say to that? she said if she were my mother she’d put me over her knee Anne laughed and stomped over to the children’s swing where little Miss Sad was sitting but who fled as Anne approached so you aren’t allowed to go to the beach then? Baruch asked no Skinny Kid or so she said not to go without a member of staff he nodded his head she pulled a face he fiddled with his fingers she scratched the stump of her leg so what do we do? he asked his eyes caught by the exposed remaining part of her leg go to the beach of course she said and stop gawking at my stump will you Kid unless you want to kiss it he looked away back at the nursing home behind them what if she sees us? she won’t she couldn’t see a fly on her nose Anne retorted but what if we get caught down there? he asked think positive Kid we won’t they won’t miss us no more than Sister Paul misses *** she said Baruch hesitated he hated getting into trouble felt uneasy about the deed shall I get your wheelchair? no then they will know if you go wheeling that across the grass no we’ll walk out the back gate stealthily she said he looked at her and smiled she stared back towards the nursing home he stared where her stump hung just beneath the short skirt then looked away quick as she gazed at him let’s go Kid and she crutched herself forward between the avenue of trees and he followed looking back at the windows of the home wondering how many eyes were there but she was going on at a determined rate not caring a fig leaving all things to some unknown god or fate.
terry-collett
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
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