 COMING OF AGE
See, he's not my proper son, not by blood, like, but I adter take him on as family when I married his mother, didn't I? Ad no choice in the matter. I mean yeh can tell he's not one of mine just by looking at him; more meat on a jockey's whip. A strong fart'd blow him away. No way he's gunna have any blood of mine in his veins, is there? But his mum, she likes her bit of rough, like...
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