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hahahaha
I remember one time, me and J had been hanging about the fair on the patch of ground near the bus station. We'd spent our last few coins on a ride together and were walking back to the bedsit, with nothing left. I so wanted a cup of tea, but we didn't have any milk at home and I can't bear it without milk.
Suddenly I spot, on the pavement ahead of us a little grey cloth pouch tightened at the top with a pull cord. A kid's penny purse: containing precisely the correct amount for a pint of milk ;p
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