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Not Averse
Once upon a time,
one word was all it took
to set the pair of them off—
it was like triple trouble!
They simmered down when he was about five years old,
and she would have been, what, eight? yeah, eight.
Looking back, it’s flown by. On his 13th birthday we had that big party down the pub,
and for her 21st, well she was away at uni, wasn’t she?
They’re growing up, now.