‘So thee want me to black up as a darkie for you play?’
I was a 23 year old northern lad, stuck in therapy with middle-class luvies.
‘Yes, it’ll add a frission of authenticity. He’s supposedly raped and stolen…’
I held me tongue but her fecking ring was mine later.
Random Word: A band of gold eternal
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Living in the South I've heard it all but none with such an appropriate ending. :)
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