and whose backyard might that be?
after those little boys had seen me look out of my living room window...one of them was to say to the other in an somewhat affected effeminate voice "you can't play in my back garden"...of course he might have meant his parents' back garden but on the other hand...anyway, they had all been round the back of the collector station...which looks a tiny bit like the above...and I wonder now...did they see somebody around the back of the collector station?
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