*hums* I always kept my favourite marbles separate, in a little leather bag. I wish I could remember…we used to call certain kinds certain things. ‘Black Knight’ (the black one with the orange and yellow), ‘Blue Ocean’ (the paler blue), ‘Ketchup & Mustard’ (the red & yellow)…there was summat we used for the red with bubbles in it but heck if I can remember what it was. Some of them were cousin Richard’s, or possibly uncle Bobby’s…the greenish ones, mostly, the lil yellow one…they’re a bit wonky, not quite round, have some little imperfections.
If you’ll recall the one time I mentioned that Jenny tried to drown me once – well, I’m pretty sure that grudge started over this blue ocean marble. She insisted we were playin’ for keeps (cos she assumed she’d win), I won her last blue ocean, with the lovely clear red one (the only one of its kind I’d ever seen). She didn’t actually ask for it back so much as look at me very accusingly, clearly expecting me to offer. Buuuut considering she’d always treated me like summat she’d scraped off her shoe, I didn’t (tho I prolly would have if she’d actually bothered to ask rather than assuming I’d be a doormat unprompted). I dunno if it woulda been worth drowning over but it sure is a pretty marble, isn’t it?
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