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Oi, oi, Taliban!

She was beautiful.

People said she was from Iraq, maybe Afghanistan.

What difference does it make?

Point is, she was a girl all the boys on the estate wished they could slap but

would never admit it.

Must be tough having a daughter everyone wants to fuck.

Especially with what keeps off around here.

I thought he hung out here to watch the game.

Apparently he lost his wife from some airstrike.

Like, that was why he was the way he was.

The truth though, nobody knew what their deal was.

What I do know is nobody ever saw any kids around there.

It was just men.

I'm not the good kind of man, whatever that looks like.

And when nobody knows, folks tend to fill in the blanks with their

imagination.

That's why people weren't exactly surprised about what happened.

People had always talked shit about new foreigners at school.

He's not well.

Sorry to hear that.

Nothing serious, I hope.

You know, we're still waiting for you to submit your photo for the graduation

yearbook. I will.

We could take a picture now, if you like.

I'll do it at home.

Did you have a yearbook like this in your school back home?

Where I'm from...

There's no school for girls.

I'm done, Miss.

Sit and wait till your time's up.

No, but I've got football practice.

You're not on the school team.

I go to a club near where I live.

She knows. She sees us play.

That's true, Donna.

What's the club called?

Artful Dodger.

Another well-versed liar.

As good a reason as any for us to be mates.

Artful Dodger.

That was a fucking good one.

I studied dicking last year.

Sounds dirty.

I thought you said you never went to school before.

I tell them what they're already thinking.

Thanks for sticking up for me.

That's what mates do.

Never seen you much round here before.

I walk home every day.

Yeah, but you never come down from your balcony.

Like some kind of princess.

I'm not a princess.

Tell you what, why don't you let me take your picture for the yearbook?

I think I...

We'll do it, I say.

No, it'll be fun.

What the fuck is this?

It's what we play in Afghanistan.

How do you dance in Afghanistan?

Do it like that.

No.

You start with the head.

And with the arms.

And then in, up, in, up.

And legs go down, up, down, up.

So here we dance like Beyonce.

Just go like that.

Legs, yeah. And then wiggle about a bit. And then we keep your arms.

Right, come on.

Go and take your photo.

Right. You've got to smile, OK?

No, something's missing.

Yeah, put your head like that.

Is that what all the women wear from your country?

No, but I like to cover like this.

What for?

Haven't you heard of modesty?

Yeah, well, you're inside now.

Ain't no men trying to shag you in here.

Together. Yeah, OK.

All right.

Do you want to take it?

The problem is being surrounded by bad things.

You get this urge to destroy anything good.

Where have you been?

With a mate.

You remember to feed my fish.

Remember to get a fucking job.

You're lucky I ain't your dad.

Stop it.

People seem like they care.

But really, there's way more to it than that.

I often wonder if her dad ever suspected anything.

Please, I won't see her again, I promise.

Mother, she has got, huh?

You all right?

Why does it keep happening?

Must be something rotten.

What you read him a London Afghan poems by women

They won an English

My

love will gather us together on the day of resurrection

have placed stones between us in this world.

I've seen her.

You're coming to pack, you lover.

Funny thing about that headscarf.

Round here, modesty ain't much appreciated.

What the fuck are you doing?

Fuck off!

Are you all right?

Come on, let's get you home.

I wish I could always protect you.

There are all these things I want to tell you.

Things I know you'll understand.

Like?

Like I know what they do to you, innit?

How do you mean?

It's not like nobody loved us.

It ain't in the way we need.

I don't get what you're saying.

The problem was being surrounded by bad things.

You get this urge to destroy anything good.

Forgiveness.

Forgiveness.

Folks would tend to fill in the blanks with their imagination.

You're lucky I ain't your dad.

And when nobody knows,

nobody talks.

You'd think people would want the truth.

Tim.

When really, they just want to hear whatever makes them feel better.

I know it's fucked up and all.

But it's how we get along.

Roaming.

Everyone wants to be a room.

A humanator.