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He lit his cigarette as he saw a young family walk up the street. One of the children dropped a bottle at his feet and the family walked on. It angered him to see no attempt at retrieving the waste. As the family approached he asked if they were not going to pick the bottle up? Excuse me? Was the response of the father. The bottle, are you not going to pick it up or just leave it there? **** you, you cheeky ****, you go pick it up! The family moved on, the Mother and Father beginning an argument, The children were not fussed. He looked at the bottle on the hard concrete, finished his cigarette And before walking away He threw it at his feet.

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Date: 9/7/2017 1:02:00 PM
What irony in your story Kristopher:-) hugs Jan xx
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