Sunshine on Leith Page #3

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Come here, you.

It's all right.

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- I cannae breathe!

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Francine, what are you doing?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't let her do that to you.

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- Come on.

- What, you serious?

Well, it's better

than the bottom bunk.

The tequila helping?

No, not really.

OK.

I used to come up here a lot.

It works every time.

- How many girls is that, then?

- No, I mean it clears your head.

All right, so it's not

some weird pick-up technique.

What, midnight hill climbing?

Do you think that would work?

- No.

- No.

Well, you're here.

Must be the accent.

Sucker for a bit of the brogue.

Och aye? What accent's that, then?

Yeah, it's how I ended

up in Edinburgh.

Met a guy who could roll his Rs,

followed him north.

- What, you came all this way for love?

- I'd like to think so.

It didn't last, though.

Nearly put me off Scottish men for good.

How?

Well, if you asked him

what he felt about us,

then he literally

couldn't string two words together.

But if you drove through

somewhere like Glen Coe,

then he was singing folk songs

and crying like a baby.

Aye, that's fair enough.

I can understand why that would

ruin our reputation for you.

Yeah. I used to think it was

something in the water up here.

- Or the beer.

- It's not the beer.

No, it starts way before

you reach drinking age.

Yeah?

It's somewhere in between

puberty and the pub.

When the inspiration

is above our station

Thoughts are melancholy

and we let them pass

We tend to view this nation

through the condensation

On a dirty glass

If misty eyes can witness

Love and affection

Love and affection

Why does the heart still resist?

What the hell is wrong with you?

I've got eyes of misty blue

All the things I want to do

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