he never attends a
kid's party in Lincolnshire
he has no story to share
there
when he took time scurrying
in Phil looking for
a solution
he wanted to buy the kid
and then the elder one bade goodbye
while caressing the hair
of the little sibling
he went back to England
empty handed and
crying
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