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The sweet little breakfast place. Croissants and coffees outside in the courtyard. 

Getting home and scrubbing my feet and washing my hair. No more vomit feet or smokey locks. It feels so good to be clean.

Being on my own. Amazing holiday but nice to have some time to myself again.


White table and chairs and green plants. A little courtyard out on Courtenay Place.
The Radiolab podcast on dolphins.
A squeaky fart.