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May 22, 2016 | by  | in Token Cripple |
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In–and–out of taxis

Who was helping you?

Was she your mother / carer /  sister / aunt?/  Was he your father?  

It is nice you live with your parents /  amazing you live alone

You are a smart / brave / good girl

 

My sister / brother lives here but not / but also / our parents.  

I came to study business / commerce / have a better life.

I go / won’t go back/ I go back sometimes / hope I go back.

Does your father like daughters?

I have sons. The bread is always gone. If I had daughters they would share with their mother.

 

Your wheelchair is so heavy / different / interesting.

You had an accident? / Were born like this?

I’m sorry.

You are a smart / brave / good girl.  

 

Why do you have this wheelchair?

I take other wheelchairs. Other wheelchairs are easier for you.

I was an engineer / studied psychology but here I drive taxis.

You saw the rugby / the cricket / the election?

At university in Korea I studied German too.  

 

Born‘n bred. They had cabs here in 1840. Horses.

You are lucky to live here.  

This country is going to hell in a hand-basket.

People think talkback radio hosts are their friends.

You are a smart / brave / good girl

 

This is a Punjabi song. He sings he loves her more than the moon.

Do you have a boyfriend yet? Sometime you will find him.

You remembered! Nobody knows how to say my name, my friend.

Jesus / Stem cell research will change your life. They can already print you a liver!  

You are a smart / brave / good girl.

That’s $29.90.

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