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uneke -> reality in contemporary uk (3/25/2008 4:44:56 PM)
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An Interlude during the Hunt.
She looked really nice. Slim, lush blonde hair, mini skirt and white wine in hand.
It was now or never, so I strolled over, friendly smile to the fore.
‘Hi, you’re looking really nice tonight. I keep seeing you in here, my name’s John, and yours?’
‘Julie.’
‘Julie. Mm, I like that. So, what do you do Julie?
‘I make glue.’
‘Sorry?’
‘I make glue.’
‘Oh.glue, right. Well, handy stuff glue. What sort of glue?’
‘Clear glue.’
‘I see. Do you enjoy it.?’
‘No.’
‘Right... so, what do you do later on?’
‘We go up Fazers.’
‘The one on High Street?’
‘There ain’t another.’
‘No, quite. Is it any good?’
‘Is wot any good?’
‘Ah, looks like the blokes I’m with are moving on. See you again, Julie.’
‘Yeah.’
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