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| Dante | 's sittin in the corner o the |
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| Dante | looks at hur, smilin like he |
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| Dante | guffaws. The Young Team at ma |
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| Dante | 's richt. That's why his words |
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| Dante | , I’ll stint frae screivin o |
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| Dante | , gin I’m the bletherin gowk |
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| Dante | , your servant Cecco, an your |
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| Dante | loved Scotland an aw, in his |
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| Dante | 's waitin by the lockers. Agai |
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' | Dante | .' |
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'Ah, yes,' | Dante | says. |
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be part of things like that,' | Dante | says, no noticin. 'All the bo |
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'Hey,' | Dante | says, an eye emergin fae unde |
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nae conterdiction, in course. | Dante | ’s gracie consait is that he |
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Ma heart sinks. | Dante | 's gonnae rip ma story tae shr |
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writer because ah love books. | Dante | doesnae strike me as much o r |
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fail tae blink back ma tears. | Dante | puts a haun oan ma arm. Ah jo |
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ah pass two o the stragglers. | Dante | and a goth. |
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Why did | Dante | want me tae open up tae him i |
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e, ah'm no fussed that me and | Dante | look like pals. He doesnae gi |
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Ah swear there's a scab fae | Dante | 's face oan the desk. Ah look |
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a scene fae | Dante | 's Inferno |
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ir feem. His neist sonnet tae | Dante | wes a reid-wuid flytin. |
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ve a chance tae reply. Ah gie | Dante | a wave and open the door. |
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y hinks ah've replaced him wi | Dante | , no realisin that the Grim Re |
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Kempin wi | Dante | in a verbal speil, |
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Ah avoid eye contact wi | Dante | when he sits next tae me. Fur |
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Ah laugh and tell | Dante | whit does he expect when he's |
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An | Dante | , gin ye’re ettlin still tae |
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An | Dante | ’s wyce: langsyne he lairn |
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neist we hear tell o cam whan | Dante | (in the mainer o the time) se |
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a voice says efter regi when | Dante | walks up tae me. |
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Showin | Dante | ma poetry is the last fing ah |
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the sun rose and shone oot o | Dante | 's arse, but she does. It will |
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ah write, channellin ma inner | Dante | . 'A vessel.' |
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notion. Ah kin see that efter | Dante | 's feedback. Ma Great-Granda j |
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nnet whilk Cecco screivit for | Dante | anent a marischal in their co |
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tells us mair anent Cecco nor | Dante | ’s sang. |
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nerin a makar as maisterfu as | Dante | . Taviani is nae kenspeckle ma |
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ll o freins: aabody that kens | Dante | ’s bardrie myns o the dowie |
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Ah've gat sommat | Dante | doesnae huv. A Scots tongue i |
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jist taken ma frustration at | Dante | oot oan a netbaw. Ah'm gettin |
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She looks at | Dante | . Mrs Smith micht as well decl |
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There's sommat funny aboot | Dante | ah fink in P.E. Why did he li |
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tandards, but ah'm up against | Dante | . He writes like an auld philo |
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ttlin tae towt his frein. But | Dante | wesna divertit. His repone ta |
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ezzo, whaur he an the mauchty | Dante | war brithers-in-airms. Out o |
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is the breid o the vaiger.” | Dante | , as faur as we ken, never fas |