Originally Posted by
LokiTricksterGod
ποιά υπερκόσμια ομορφιά; =/
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— Fuck off! Ah pushes past um n ah pill oot the fuckin chib n ah'm ower. Then ah stoap n think; what the fuck
um ah daein here? Ah jist stand thaire. Dozo's paggerin the Clerie boy n the guy's mates clock the knife n
thir oaf doon the road. The blade did the trick! That Polmont's jist standin daein nowt. The Clerie boy's doon
and Dozo's bootin at him. Then Polmont nods at me n eh takes the chib off ays, and ah jist gie's um it, n eh
bends doon n rips the other gadge's face apart wi it. My hert jist goes bang, as ah see the boy's skin open
up and nothing for a second, then a gash and blood tearin oot ay it. Doyle looks doon at the boy. — Fuckin
Clerie wank!
The boy's hudin ehs face thegither, n eh's sayin stuff, daft stuff thit means nowt n ah'm lookin doon at um. It wis meant tae be a square-go . . . Dozo n the boy . . .
Ah jist stand rooted tae the spot as Polmont hands the blade back tae me. Ah take it, ah dinnae ken what fir.
Cause it's mine, ah suppose. Polmont looks at me and makes a face, and Dozo shakes ehs heid. They
laugh and start walkin away. A couple ay guys come over, watching me, watching the boy, the blood. Then
they're gone. One sais somethin, but ah cannae hear um. The guy's still goat ehs hands ower one side ay
his face n eh looks up and sees me wi the knife. Eh looks at me in disgust, like ah'm an animal.
