It weren’t the kids.
You reckon it was, right, but it weren’t. It weren’t your Mum, neither, but it was them. Kids are never real, see. The real kids are tumours.
Love leaves tumours. That’s you ‘an all. That’ll happen to you ‘an all. The same.
What?
Give us a quid! I’ve lost me bus fare.
Ha ha
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