i can picture it now, walking down a lane with my sons GF towards mr patels drive to get my car and head back up to norwich, my son had since f**ked off to catch his train back to camp, and me thinking "f**king hell, f**king hell, it's happened again. and now *he's* got those memories. the ones that i've carried around for thirty years. and we f**king well shared it, all of it".
wow, jesus h whotist
Posted By: Tombs, Jun 1, 21:27:08
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