I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brieand
bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man
comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
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She closesthe window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
