Egging (Paddy 6th)

Living on the fringe of society is no easy task. That’s why we rebel. We didn’t fit in so we were thrown out. The flickering street lamps brought me from my thoughts. We were given a dozen eggs each. We were going to egg the houses down the street. We crept out into the black of the night. We were sick of our unequal rights and we hadn’t washed or eaten a proper meal in weeks. I’ve had enough. We are going to make all of those…those… posh people pay.

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