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Wandering along Worthing seafront, I can’t help overhearing this exchange from a couple as they overtake me, hand in hand.
“Don’t lie to me,” she says.
“I swear,” he replies. “I swear on my son’s life, I never touch that shit. I’ve nicked bikes, I’ve nicked cars, I’ve nicked coppers’ cars, but I’ve never touched drugs.”
She squeezes his hand as they walk on.
“Don’t lie to me,” she says.
“I swear,” he replies. “I swear on my son’s life, I never touch that shit. I’ve nicked bikes, I’ve nicked cars, I’ve nicked coppers’ cars, but I’ve never touched drugs.”
She squeezes his hand as they walk on.
