When I was a kid I used to roam everywhere and my folks didn’t care so long as I was back for tea.
My first fags were in the bus shelter where we used to hang out like it was our den. Pity the poor old biddies who were standing there in the rain waiting for the number 52 ‘cos they didn’t like the smell from our B&Hs.
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