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Оглавление“I shall love him just as much or maybe more,” she chirped. The doctors, unprofessionally, it should be said, rolled their eyes.
“There’s a place for kids like him on the outskirts of town; for naused-up nippers with bulging eyes, with skin too yellow or blue or not pink enough, with thin legs or too much fingers. We can fling him in the cart and he’d be there by tea time,” said the top doctor, checking his giant, fancy watch that could do things he never needed it to do.
Sam’s Mum, even though she’d lived in Hamelin for ages and knew people could be right divs, was pretty appalled.
“No way! I love this lad! He’s stopping with me. His name is Sam,” she pulled Sam in all tight like a jacket potato.
“Maybe he’d be happier in a bizarre depository for unfinished kids on the outskirts of town,” said Sam’s Dad, who was tugging on a fag out the window, just below the ‘No Smoking’ sign.
