Central - GLA | fuckin Don Kiddie-on-ay wae a | holdall | full ay gear, dain his biddin |
Central - GLA | n?’ ah sais, noddin tae the | holdall | lyin oan the flair. |
Central - GLA | ae the kitchen an ah open the | holdall | , gettin a block ay the gear o |
Central - GLA | nger.’ ah sais, grabbin the | holdall | an makin fur the door, gien G |
Central - GLA | r side an discreetly drap the | holdall | to the flair. He taps the roo |
Central - GLA | h gie him the gear oot ay the | holdall | oan the flair afore pappin it |
Central - GLA | ewards it, haudin the leather | holdall | oot in front ay me like a mat |
Central - GLA | .’ he sais, gien me another | holdall | . |
Central - SEC | left here; only wee Hughie's | holdall | , an he took it hame." "What k |
Central - SEC | n sat thinkin. He emptied his | holdall | , the yin that Joey had mistak |
Central - SEC | s arm as if it really wis his | holdall | an marched oot. |
Central - WCE | there wi his big flourescent | holdall | , wi aw the cans a juice an th |