i'm dying to move to london. i think i will. in november, after the leaves here have fallen. i want to bundle up. to sit in the british museum and write, i want fog and boys with accents. i want to hate oxford street and never want to leave belsize park and primrose hill. i want to be a chunnel ride away from paris. i need to find an flat to let. this will happen.
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be sweet