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| | Short Stories: Bill, Bingo and Bram by Chris Maitland |
 | | A grey snap of seventeen year old Bill, grey in flat cap, sitting on grey grass with a winsome girl wearing her hair in grey bangs, and a cloche hat. |
 | | What Bill did for much of the day, when there was life and bustle outside, if the children were off school for example, was he stood in his slippers, leaning against the wall just inside his gate, and would chat and banter with anyone who cared to do so. |
 | | Bill had advice for everyone - often whether it was sought or not - but he was so much one of nature's gentlemen that he was impossible to resist. |
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