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| Scanlon | thoat there might’ve been s |
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| Scanlon | ’s pupils ur huge; black hol |
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| Scanlon | ’s staunin behind me wae a b |
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| Scanlon | walks back intae the room an |
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| Scanlon | an aw the boiys fae the fitba |
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| Scanlon | goat a pass. It wis only righ |
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| Scanlon | hud settled oan thirty grand |
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| Scanlon | came roon an ah gied him the |
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| Scanlon | stares him doon an its hard t |
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y were gonae come through it, | Scanlon | hud relented an let them in. |
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an the boay, Danny Coyle. | Scanlon | ’s cousin an aw, McDade. He |
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but she’s no there anymare. | Scanlon | ’s oer gien McDade’s da wh |
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ieve it. ‘Ah’m wired man. | Scanlon | gied us some ay that gear tae |
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pts tae ingratiate himsel tae | Scanlon | who’s enthusiastically rack |
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bag doon an collapse oan tae | Scanlon | ’s couch. ‘Ah’m no cut o |
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tal wans.’ McShane sais tae | Scanlon | , who shrugs his shoulders in |
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in me ay that day in Fife wae | Scanlon | ; the day the motor fucked, ex |
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happened. Ah mind staunin wae | Scanlon | an the boay, Danny Coyle. Sca |
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ais, laughin vociferously wae | Scanlon | . |
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full ay fuckin mad heids like | Scanlon | ’s uncle. Just come, he sais |
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aboot? Ah’ll need tae phone | Scanlon | an put the feelers oot. Try a |
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h spark the can ay Red Stripe | Scanlon | ’s just flung me. |
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Ah gave | Scanlon | maist ay the gear ah hud left |
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Leafin through | Scanlon | ’s C.D. collection ah pick o |
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‘Fuck him | Scanlon | , ah know it’s yer uncle an |
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is, puttin an airm roon me an | Scanlon | . |
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money, an that wis how me an | Scanlon | hud been oot an aboot - we w |
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oodin in as the door opens an | Scanlon | an McShane come in. ‘Some f |
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eks, he sold the lot ay it an | Scanlon | ’s awready been roon an coll |
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Efter dinghiein the door in | Scanlon | ’s flat up tae the point we |
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back oan tae the street near | Scanlon | ’s gaff. |
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The lines that | Scanlon | hud so effortlessly hoovered |
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p, suddenly. McShane looks at | Scanlon | an they smile. ‘It’s a lo |
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ane who’s bein held back by | Scanlon | . |
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is McDade’s cousin, Johnny | Scanlon | and his mate, Stevie McShane. |
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eboax an McDade phones Johnny | Scanlon | tae see if he kin sort us oot |
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‘ | Scanlon | ’s gettin it aff that Stevie |
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ettin himsel aw worked up. ‘ | Scanlon | , keep that cunt away fae me o |
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s just dancin. We aw were!’ | Scanlon | sais. |
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ust crawled oot the Clyde.’ | Scanlon | sais, laughin an wipin sweat |
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‘Take a look oer there.’ | Scanlon | sais, noddin tae the dance fl |
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he sees him in that nick.’ | Scanlon | sais. ‘There yer there Dann |
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he wrang end ay the stick.’ | Scanlon | sais, tryin tae pacify the cu |
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Hink yer in there wee man.’ | Scanlon | sais. |
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an naw, ye cannae huv wan.’ | Scanlon | sais, waeoot avertin his gaze |
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then he’s on tae plums.’ | Scanlon | draws his beak alang the tabl |
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He’s mad wae the ectos.’ | Scanlon | sais. |
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n fur punishment, ya cunt.’ | Scanlon | sais, sittin doon, pickin up |
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‘Right, gies that you.’ | Scanlon | sais, bulldozin Pearcey oot h |
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oot if yer in oor company.’ | Scanlon | sais wae conviction. |
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mate Stevie, dain’t ye?’ | Scanlon | sais noddin tae McShane, who |