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By this time I would be out of the rusty gate, past the cakey and
By this time I would be out of the rusty gate, past the cakey and crackly brick fence and would be strolling down the dust path towards the bridge. A ...

This year I re-tell you the story of that hot summer day, in your
This year I re-tell you the story of that hot summer day, in your uncle’s car, when you were seven years old. When I (pick-stick) you too many times...