Walking the wife home
Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 9:50 amWalking the wife home from her weightwatchers class last night, I held her close as we went through a nasty-looking underpass system in the rough end of town.
As we turned a corner, I locked eyes with a filthy tramp eating someone's discarded takeaway from a bin.
"Look at that poor bloke, I'm glad I'm not him."
As we turned a corner, I locked eyes with a filthy tramp eating someone's discarded takeaway from a bin.
"Look at that poor bloke, I'm glad I'm not him."
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