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sad short story

The old shedboy

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everyone was heading for spud hart lane. victoria .12oc. that was the meet. everyone shook with apprehension n excitment. we were gonna take the park lane. the closer we got the more blues joined. we got to the ground only to find it shut. we were too late. the ground was full . we were locked out. there was an attempt to kick thru the turnstiles. we surched around the ground . no way in. next to me a plain clothes cop dropped his walky talky n looked around sheepishly as he gathered it up again. (we know they are always about). good firm wasted

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