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But at the Tuppness ' house we three kids played our snakes and ladders , ludo , draughts ; read our comics or books ; invented dressing up games or 1 - spy games and were happy enough in one another's company .
But at the Tuppness ' house we three kids played our snakes and ladders , ludo , draughts ; read our comics or books ; invented dressing up games or 1 - spy games and were happy enough in one another's company .
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We were happy . We never thought anyone could be happier . Perhaps they were not ? Perhaps we were the lucky ones . Ignorance was indeed bliss . Who can measure happiness ? Who knows what happiness is ? Morry was never happy .
We were happy . We never thought anyone could be happier . Perhaps they were not ? Perhaps we were the lucky ones . Ignorance was indeed bliss . Who can measure happiness ? Who knows what happiness is ? Morry was never happy .
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We were happy boys again , happy boys together . There were Shorty and John and I walking the London streets deep in philosophical discussion , putting the world to rights , pulsating with cold passion and the glory of being alive ...
We were happy boys again , happy boys together . There were Shorty and John and I walking the London streets deep in philosophical discussion , putting the world to rights , pulsating with cold passion and the glory of being alive ...
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Prologue | 9 |
When I was a Child II | 11 |
Boyhood in the Buildings | 16 |
Copyright | |
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