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“Talk to the cunt,” Nobby says. “Go home Nobby,” Sheila says. “What a fucking bout them?” I asks. The bloke kept walking and we followed, we would have caught him up and had a chat except Nobby started wheezing because of the fags and that and Al said he had stitch and I didn’t fancy it on my own as our dad said they carried daggers down their socks. “We can’t fucking carry that down the street can we?” I explained, “Not without getting arrested.”
“Good point,” Nobby says, “Better cut the barrel off.”
“Don’t be a fucking dick head,” Al says, “You wants a fucking mallet.”
“Iron bar,” I says. “Indeed,” Mrs Kuptar agrees, “Perhaps we shall adopt the child.”
“Fucking marry our Sheila more like!” Nobby says. “Idiots!” he squeals and he legs it back downstairs, then he comes back up, “He is dead!” he says. It was about quarter to seven when the door opened and Amina looked out and stuck the sign outside, the sun was shining and she looked really stupid in head to toe robes like a pantomime Virgin Mary out if the nativity. “There,” Imran pointed to a PCB. The Bang on Ilkley Moor
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