CHAPTER 4

LETTER 014

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There are cities that remember you exactly as you were. What do you do when you've changed and it hasn't?

I woke up in London.The coldest, loneliest, most manipulative city.Suitcase, boarding pass, and flat white — the adult necessities.Somehow, the fog, the brief rain, and the underground rats were the main menu of memories.Booty calls for starters, always expensive rent on the side, and that...…

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