London Faces

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Fifteen years in a sweating cursing hell on a false charge. Bloody Turpin! Johanna wasn't his so pack him off to bloody Australia. He walked down the streets after fifteen years, heading into a pie shop on the corner of the road. He cleared his throat so the girl at the counter rushed over with a pie and an ale tankard, leaving him in silence until he saw it.

"Blood" Allie turned around

"Pardon sir?"

"There's blood on my pie" She examined it and sucked her finger

"That'd be me sir. I'm always bleeding from somewhere." Sweeney raised an eyebrow unimpressed

"You clumsy with a knife girl?"

"Not by accident sir. I slipped into habit." Intrigued he leaned forward

"How exactly do you slip into such a habit?" Allie looked away from the photo on the wall

"My stepfather sir, the more I bled the more I had to stay away from him"

"He wasn't fond of you?"

"I wasn't his child and I don't know whose I am" Sweeney went back to examining his pie

"Do you work here all the time girl?" She nodded

"Except when the Judge comes in sir." Taking one look at the door she ran up the stairs leaving Sweeney to boil at the sight walking in.

"Turpin..."

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