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“Get off, you varmints. I’ll tell your mother on you, if you come round here again.”
Carly wobbled Bob’s. “Come on. He might turn dangerous.” Everybody said he was getting worse.
Bob pulled away. “Naw. He’s too daft to hurt anybody.”
Carly wasn’t so sure though. He was quite a big man and probably quite strong. He ponged a bit as well. Even from this far away.
“Go on then. Get on with you.” He shook his fist at them.
“Come on,” whispered Carly. “We told her we’d be back by eight.”
“Oh, grow up, won’t you?”
To her relief though, Bob started to walk away from the Hermit’s Den and towards the High Street. That’s what they called the dilapidated old house on Connor Street. A lot of the local kids from the estate used to go there to tease old Harry the Hermit. In fact if you wanted to join Red Neck gang you had to go and provoke him until you got a reaction. It was all part of the deal.
They walked in silence past the shops.
Carly hoped Mum would be in when they got back and that there would be something hot for dinner.
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