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'Let me get your lace for you, Pat,' I said, kneeling down to tie it, realising that this was the first day in his life he had ever been out of trainers. Two bigger boys rolled past, arm in arm. They leered at us. Pat smiled at them shyly. 'He can't even do his shoes up,' one of them snorted. 'No,' Pat said, 'but i can tell the time.' They collapsed in guffaws of laughter, holding each other up for support, and reeled away repeating what Pat had said with disbelief. 'But i can tell the time, can't i?' Pat said, thinking they doubted his word, his eyes blinking furiously as he seriously considered bursting into tears. ----man and boy by tony parsons i have no idea why i like this excerpt.