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Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night

brother Little Red. 

I should have known from the first time when I realised
their special connection, that I just didn't fit in
to my father's plans.

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

virgin clear 
His voice is Chicken Little's -- But he's hearing Paul Revere 

When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer 
Though he'd

to the head
And Clips you condone this shit?
We was supposed to be like brothers
We made this carter look good
We was holding down each other
You let another

we strike much pound if you light a spliff 
  
 when i wake up, in the morning time 
 i takin my rizzla and i build a little spliff 
 beacuse you know

a little,
Make some extra money just a give a little,
If she got a little ass she should make it wiggle,
I need a good girl it could be so simple,
Yeah,

over now your pockets really pressing
Six in the morning then made a band like it ain't no resting
Me?
Oh Il go and fuck that main bitch that you be

Grande, Little Mix I'll slay!
Little tricks aren't great, only good for entres!
Started as an infant, teachers say I'm distant
Said I never listen, I don't

sheet cake
And dad would wake us up so early the next morning, sayin
"You wanna go to Shari's and get takeout for breakfast?"
And I would always say yes

myself back there, yeah
Those them good good times
By now
Most of ya know that
I went back to school
Five years ago
Studied audio at REC dubba you
Know

She be giving good head she got hiccups
Only fuck bad bitches with the d cups
Designer the head to the toe
Custom beat cost u a little bit more
Off

pull up and deliver
Like I'm trying see something you not really my nigga

Oouu little baby calling hit her good got her falling
Like a poker game put it

brother
Live in the sunshine
We'll understand it
All by and by

Jesus is coming soon
Morning or night or noon
Many will meet their doom
Trumpets will sound

the little
Motherfucker coming at me
But I'm better than half of the pack
'Cause I write my raps on
The back of a napkin
That's lathered in splatters of
Blood

stacking bands up
I'm sick and wheezing like Weezy I'll seize ya and make ya stop
My daddy's a Smith & Wesson, my pops is good with the shot
It no be now we