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can go  'til  Christmas.  You could tell  she had
                                     a  kid on the way an'  all  -  she weren't  showing

                                     or nuffin'  but  she  kept  touching her  stomach.
                                     A mother on the  game,  wonder what  that's  like?

                                     Saw this  kid round the  corner,  just  sellin'
                                     herself  for  a  few quid so  she  could afford her

                                     next  fix.  That's  sad,  man.  When you're  so
                                     lonely and desperate  that  you  fill  up with that

                                     shit.  Then again,  I'm not doing much better.
                                     This  geezer  comes  up  and asks me  if  I  want  a

                                     free  sample of  anything.  Gotta  admit,  I

                                     thought  about  it,  just  to  keep me  going,  but he
                                     looked kinda dodgy so  I  told him to piss  off.

                                     Perv,  he was.  All  doing that,  ain't  they?
                                     Offerin'  freebies  'cos  they know they're  gonna

                                     get  their money back when the  kids  get hooked.
                                     Suppose  it would've buzzed me  for  a bit,

                                     dulled the  cold.
                                     Wonder what  the parents  are up  to?  Bet  they're

                                     all warm and cosy in the house,  in  front of  the
                                     fire.  Kit'll be wandering round trying to wrap

                                     herself  round someone's  legs.  She must be part

                                     dog to have  that  leg  fixation.  Wish  I  'ad a
                                     dog -  even  if  it  shat  all  the  time  like Rex.

                                     Maybe  they got  the police  round and I've  turned
                                     into one of  them high profile  cases,  like on

                                     all  them programmes.  That's wicked,  guy.



                              JACK enters  a phone box  and picks  up.  Breathing
                              becomes  shallow and he  taps  nails  on case.



                JACK:                Jeez,  it  stinks  in here.  And there're dirty

                                     needles  up  the  corner.  And graffiti.  My
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