Four Folk o’ Bristol City.
“Mind your head! Crikey! That was near, ’nother inch, and you’d ha’ crushed him like an eggshell.”
“Well, you told me to lower down.”
“No, I didn’t, stupid.”
“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn’t. You’re half tipsy, or half asleep, or—”
“There, there, hold your tongue, Jem. I’m not hurt, and Mike thought...
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