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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
"Put a blanket."
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