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Delivering money to my Uncle.  

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I started wearing my pair of jeans that were quite tight around the bum but baggy from the thighs down, my school cap, my three quarter length sleeve shirt which had pink and purple pinstripes down it and fastened quite low, with my pink shoes and my denim jacket. 'Now, Maria' Said my mother, 'hurry up and get ready. I've put your best clothes out on your bed. Dress yourself, and we'll have our breakfast.' 'Yes, mother.' 'Now wait a second. Let me think, did I forget anything?' I was confused whether to be excited about the trip or to be worried about the money. Two hours later my mother was saying her final words to me 'do not tell any body that you are going to Birmingham with all that money.' 'I won't' I said in a soft voice. Then she kissed me goodbye. Her tears were coming down from...

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