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...as the wind whistled past it whispered in your ears...
" You know I don't like you hanging around with those little... imps; they're nasty, mischievous little things..! Why can't you make some proper friends that will be a good influence on you..? Like that boy down the road, he's nice and he's got a job too. You'd be lovely together I'm sure. "
...then the words drifted away, never to be heard again...
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