once i asked my dad for a quid to go to the shop for some sweets and he said no so i nicked a quid out of my brother's room and went and bought a marathon and a can and was walking down george street proper loving my marathon and then my dad drove past and proper bollocked me in the street. proper loud. then i went home and felt sick with regret and threw the rest of the marathon in the bin and just put my pop on the side.

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