His dad was never without his pipe; we used to think that if you could get close enough to pull it out he would deflate. I can only remember his mum shouting at us to leave him alone. After all the abuse and hounding the whole family moved and we never saw them again. I still wonder if he was ever actually caught fingering his cat or if it was all a vicious rumour that forced them to leave the neighbourhood.
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