“I don’t like ’em.” ranted Charlie. “What do you mean, why not?” I replied. “I just don’t like ’em” “What about the bloke who’s servin’ that soup, he was alright.” “Mate, it’s just the way I was brought up. From where I come from we just don’t like ’em, think about our tax and stuff that goes to em.” “Better [...]
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