Sowerbutt's Slapping

Tom Wicks’ face was turning pillar-box red. “You witch, you come in my shop, upsetting my wife. I’d knock you out if you were a man.” A woman in the queue shouted: “Give her a slapping, Tom. We don’t like food snoopers round here.”

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