"Keep walking."
"But we've got to get help!"
I looked at him, hard.
"We can't just leave her here!"
"Can't do nothing for her now."
"Christ, Michael, she looks only sixteen—"
Socked him one in the kidney. That shut him up.
"You listen to me, Burton. Geordies don't fink, do you hear?"
Wiped his vomit from me shoes.
"Wasn't you put her there, was it? You just found her. And now you forgot her. We're just two blokes out for a walk on the beach. Just another day in New Castle."
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