Rain. It finally rained. It sounded and smelled so good.
Finding the drawing of the penis in the leaflets. Teenagers are weird.
Leftover korma for lunch. Why is it so delicious?
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A quiet walk in Epping Forest, just me and the trees.
Listening to the rustles in the dry grass.
That first taste of korma. I’ve not had it in so long and the coconut taste is delicious.
Innocent French childhoods, ruined.
Paneer korma. Everything I’ve ever wanted.
Just hanging out with Jonny, moaning about shit.
Three little things 