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Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Today was nice... On the bus to Muswell Hill embarked a pram, with a beautiful, smiling baby in it. It grinned at me, at the woman opposite, at everyone...

And it was such a nice mood. I mean... The woman opposite rattled keys, the man sat down next to her. He must have been about 67, with half his teeth missing. Making clucking sounds. And then a special-needs greek-cypriot, waggling her pram as she giggled. I half expected a musical:

*click**suck*wigglewiggle*

And there was a baby, yeah! And she smiled and she giggled like there was nothing wrong!
And I looked in her eyes, and the good was reflected, and it was good.

*chorus*

And then... She played with my hand, marvellin at the thumb, probing like a physio.

And it was all beautiful, multi-racial fun.

And then on came another mother. 'make way for my pram please'

And her daughter was skinny, dolled-up and _not_ interested in anything. The first baby tried to touch it...

The mother... Cuts all down her forearms. 300 pounds. Violent, ill-trained to deal. Disgusting, frankly. The state's failed her; she's failed her child. Her child will fail.
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