'damn, i shouldn't've said that.'thus intoned sally, unheard by her mate rach due to her on-going argument with a mobile phone.
it was midnight outside the dog and duck where taxis swallowed up bare-legged lasses and lads with fags, threadbare moustaches and hoods up, their thin hips slung with a low belt.
mouthy kids swaggered across the road where i drove, trying to run em over.
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