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There’s no sympathy for single mothers she said. He sniggered. Social services: what do you expect? I left me ‘usband when ‘e beat me up. They’d ‘ave been ‘appier to spend the public funds on a grave. No gravestone. Just a plot to mark the spot and two tiny tots clutching a bunch of weeds from the roadside. And no place to put ‘em.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 5:25 AM UTC
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There’s no sympathy for single mothers she said. He sniggered. Social services: what do you expect? I left me ‘usband when ‘e beat me up. They’d ‘ave been ‘appier to spend the public funds on a grave. No gravestone. Just a plot to mark the spot and two tiny tots clutching a bunch of weeds from the roadside. And no place to put ‘em.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 5:25 AM UTC
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