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Originally Posted by Glice
Eckers lad, where were you born, Buckingham palace? I didn't see a candle till I was four and twenty year, and here's you looking at your la-dee-da candles in your ivory towers. We'd be lucky if father stopped standing on our necks in the mud in the shitting rain for eight and forty hours a day.
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You were lucky you had rain. Our father piledrived us into the cold hard ground, and then had badgers chew on our extremetries. Eeh, them were the days.