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how it s really done | pulls | his sleeve back sings burning |
as a spaniel dug pompitie | pulls | ogre by the sleeve broun |
on me yeir grace queen | pulls | bell rope whaur that loun |
chest of drawers she then | pulls | the bell rope after two |
a few seconds she then | pulls | the bell rope and waits |
bletherin awa aboot men nanse | pulls | the bell rope nanse ah |
ringan for ti help she | pulls | the bell rope ye r |
nae at my age she | pulls | out a scrap of hankie |
gunnar gunlöd they embrace gunlöd | pulls | away and goes towards the |
no sayin oniething aither gunnar | pulls | her to his side gunlöd |
from her skirt pocket agnes | pulls | a large heavy key and |
far above the knee she | pulls | her skirt up quite a |
steve lies on his stomach | pulls | his coat over his head |
yi didnae tell him steve | pulls | his coat over his head |
he ll noh see me | pulls | his coat over his head |
the shrinks big book steve | pulls | his coat over his head |
but dare not speak chrissie | pulls | herself together but you mak |
kisses her awkwardly the queen | pulls | him onto her knee and |
dragon not only that he | pulls | his shirt out unbuttons it |
all brazenly golden then she | pulls | on her amplest oxfam shirt |
lip determined not to cry | pulls | herself together ach if abody |
do it even now she | pulls | away but speaks with immense |
gives a huge sigh then | pulls | himself together and speaks matter |
the knife down again and | pulls | herself together a little bit |
aul body like me she | pulls | herself together gathers up her |
with a quick gesture she | pulls | the knife out of the |
to hug her lee freezes | pulls | away lee laughs jilly a |
jilly rushes to lee bj | pulls | pat away lee starts to |
t pee oh dear he | pulls | the chain and the noise |
evening when the ascending moon | pulls | back the tide lights up |
makeummakeummakeum jilly runs to pat | pulls | him to the ground covers |
fly up like birds sea | pulls | their attention in stock still |
the local youth sip which | pulls | together or changes the work |
she grips the needle and | pulls | it easily from pompitie s |
head nearly ripping the ring | pulls | and ball bearings from his |
him with his fists cammy | pulls | dimps down to the floor |
jewels by the miller who | pulls | her body out of the |
some mair o this she | pulls | a small bottle from a |
them for her tea he | pulls | a small brown paper parcel |
out under the open sky | pulls | the curtains open let s |
first thing this mornin rintoul | pulls | out the chamber pot from |
story tess stands she s | pulls | off the bandages she holds |
in the oppysit direction a | pulls | ma shurt collar up wait |
reach of her arms she | pulls | down the velux blind but |
with pain and moula deftly | pulls | out the splinter with her |
he grabs my shoothers and | pulls | my face close tae his |
what it is lands and | pulls | it out of the toadstool |
that can be duin he | pulls | out a blood stained poultice |
s back and then he | pulls | them along see so he |
which yeah mm f948: he | pulls | them oot an stuffs them |
trips in the pantry and | pulls | all the jars and preserves |