GC:
Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at
three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat
a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every
day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would
beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle,
if we were LUCKY!
TG:
Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out
of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK
the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful
of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours
a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and
when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with
a bread knife.
EI:
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock
at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a
lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day
down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come
to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill
us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
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