That cost me sixpence a week. You reckon...

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That cost me sixpence a week. You reckon that up over a year. Yer must think I was born yesterday.

Pause. She rubs her hair.

Wasn't 'ere last week. Never 'ere. Got legs.
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They treat you like a door mat. All take and no give. Touch somethin' a their'n an' they go through the bloody ceilin'.

Edward Bond. Saved. Methuen Drama, 2000. p.76

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