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| Bettie | gied up oan life when she fou |
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| Bettie | looked the part in hur day, b |
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| Bettie | hud a neat endin, and even th |
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| Bettie | loved me too much, especially |
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| Bettie | glared at me. She tellt me oa |
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| Bettie | came fae money. Ah didnae. Sh |
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| Bettie | thocht she’d the weicht o t |
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' | Bettie | was born in Thistlegate in 19 |
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' | Bettie | phoned me back in September a |
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elieve whit ye're tellin me,' | Bettie | replies, openmouthed. |
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hday last year, ma neighbour, | Bettie | , asked if there hud been a fa |
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s. It's ma elderly neighbour, | Bettie | . . She always gets up at the |
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It wis true. | Bettie | talked a lot o shite, but wan |
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She kissed ma cheek. | Bettie | loved bein callt ma wee sparr |
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reathe a word aboot Died Dan. | Bettie | said ah wis awfae quiet in th |
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one, and Maw didnae huv it. | Bettie | 's as sharp as a razor and a g |
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oneliest months o ma life. Ma | Bettie | took a turn fur the worst bac |
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aff. It should o been me. Ma | Bettie | wis nae angel, but ah gied hu |
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lassies huv legs fur days. Ma | Bettie | hud wee stumpy hings, a bit l |
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daddy. It wis near enough ma | Bettie | ’s time, but no his. He must |
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splat an aw. But that’s ma | Bettie | lang enough planted noo. Ther |
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Ah said | Bettie | wis gaun tae get a shite turn |
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Me and | Bettie | rarely hud a nice word tae sa |
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Me and | Bettie | went tae the pictures when ah |
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Efter me and | Bettie | hud been married God knows ho |
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Ah wanted tae push hur intae | Bettie | 's grave when ah saw hur throw |
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e the hied. Ah'm the same age | Bettie | wis when she died. Maybe she' |
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cheek tae be sittin there wi | Bettie | 's. Ah've nae sympathy fur hur |
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e’s gat mair aboot hur than | Bettie | did maist days. “Sometimes |
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when | Bettie | pops hur clogs, Ah heard she' |
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“Ah hear ye’re courtin | Bettie | McGee,” ah voice said behin |
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Ah callt hur McGee insteid o | Bettie | tae wind hur up. Ah knew fine |
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Nane o | Bettie | 's pals huv been willin tae go |
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Ah smiled at the thocht o | Bettie | . She always wore hur hair in |
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Efter | Bettie | 's funeral, ah'm deid oan ma f |
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Gregory says. 'And I thought | Bettie | was ages with me. Turns out s |