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But seriously, thank you, Jack
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
"Put a blanket."
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
that looks like my instagram account
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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