December dribbles - 28
The long-haired lay-about rode into town on his motorbike, engine revving. Hangers-on gathered round, Fishman stinking of salty sea, and Taxman calculating odds. Twins roared and Thomas doubted this was right. Then long-haired lay-about beckoned all to “Come.”
“No,” said the old man clinging to memory, listening to different songs.
“No,” said the old man clinging to memory, listening to different songs.
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