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| Abbie | ’s een were lik gobstoppers, |
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| Abbie | didna come tae the skweel for |
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| Abbie | looked at me as though Ah wis |
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| Abbie | wis wipin the het tears fae h |
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| Abbie | himsel, perhaps sensin this q |
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| Abbie | began tae move ower tae the k |
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| Abbie | didna say onythin. He wis tha |
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fooers for Lord an Lady Muck ( | Abbie | hid a Rolls Royce Silver Wrai |
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a dee’t again. Will ye nae, | Abbie | ?” |
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it a difference fae his wife, | Abbie | ’s mither, a bonnie wumman t |
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n at the windae, divn’t ye, | Abbie | ?” |
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“Weel, | Abbie | ,” Ah thocht, “farivver ye |
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awa fae the windae. “Weel, | Abbie | ,” Ah said, “nivver min’ |
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prize piece o his collection, | Abbie | ’s pride an joy. In yon days |
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’m nae a liar or fraudster, | Abbie | . Whit ah saw wis as real as y |
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exactly whit stuff he meant, | Abbie | cried him a fraudster an a li |
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faither was there afore him. | Abbie | could hardly spik. “Ah’m |
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yet it didnae quite seem so. | Abbie | simply remained in the Snug a |
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en deid or she hit the fleer. | Abbie | nivver cam oot the coma an wi |
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etted ower Erchie’s safety. | Abbie | didnae say a word. |
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efter that, an Ah nivver saa | Abbie | again. It wis three or fower |
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gain. Bit this time he pulled | Abbie | ’s troosers richt doon, an w |
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rchie disappeart, a man named | Abbie | Reid also left wi’oot trace |
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on it. The colour drained fae | Abbie | ’s face, an Ah kent fit he w |
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staan. Bit Ah fairly took tae | Abbie | ’s sister Elsie; she wis aal |
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half seas ower, an laid intae | Abbie | for the laist time. Aye, the |
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an Aitken started layin intae | Abbie | again, Ah wanted tae rin. Bit |
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ed stracht at it. “Cm’ere | Abbie | ,” Ah said, pittin ma haan o |
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lin at the moo. Syne he flung | Abbie | tae the fleer. For a meenit o |
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oad at 45. Aabody ca’ed him | Abbie | , though. We were in the same |
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s terrifeet. Me, an Elsie, an | Abbie | ’s mither an aa. An fan Aitk |
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m Webster, an Stan Miller, an | Abbie | Greig, an onybody else that w |
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as reed as a bilin partan; an | Abbie | wis screamin “Ma! Ma!”, a |
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ed by the fingers o Erchie an | Abbie | Reid an buckelt an pierced by |
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his aal man got. An syne, fan | Abbie | managed tae slip aff his knee |
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am or somethin like that, fan | Abbie | slipped an fell back ontae th |
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weet – poorin o rain – an | Abbie | ’s mither hid said we could |
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laughter gin it hid only been | Abbie | ; but killin his wife that wye |
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thoot mercy. He must hae gien | Abbie | ’s backside aboot thirty sla |
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walked intae the kitchen, far | Abbie | an me were playin on the flee |
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nin their razors on). An peer | Abbie | ’s erse must hae felt the st |
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na ken.” She wis as fyte as | Abbie | hersel noo. “Na, na, Jock, |
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hief among these sceptics wis | Abbie | Reid wha, it might be o relev |
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d Aitken. An wi that, he taks | Abbie | bi the neck o his pullover, t |
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the bed settee (like wirsels | Abbie | ’s family bade in a room an |
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“He hits mi Ma, an he hits | Abbie | , but he nivver hits me. Ah wi |
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t is interestin tae note that | Abbie | considert the failure o the e |
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l o a boat. A battleship that | Abbie | ’s faither was makin oot o b |
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urse, we hardly expectit that | Abbie | would get aff withoot a licki |
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here. Suffice it tae say that | Abbie | wis left somewhit oot o pocke |
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Ah looked ower at | Abbie | . He’d turnt fyte as a sheet |
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urrilous behaviour wid o left | Abbie | in a state o regret, yet it d |
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id at the Bruntland the nicht | Abbie | Reid made his staggerin accus |
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ested. For a meenit Ah thocht | Abbie | , peer loon, was seriously thi |
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Bit | Abbie | widna listen. “Please, plea |
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ut maybe a spirk o watter hit | Abbie | , for he roondit on him an sto |
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Bruntland Arms regulars felt | Abbie | hid been somewhat hard on Erc |
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ther weet day, fan I wis telt | Abbie | ’s faither wis oot, an Ah wi |
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please, oh please, please.” | Abbie | ’s vyce wis affa pathetic. |