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... home, hands crossed under my head and one leg folded up over the other. Weak sunlight filtered through the open blinds of the window opposite the bed along with the chill early winter air. The two combined were a rather pleasant sensation.
There was no smell of frying oil, no hustle bustle from early customers looking for a quick breakfast on their way to work and no blaring honks and cursing from the usual chafed Londoner.
Honestly, I didn’t miss all of that either.
But ...
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