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Lunch with Alec. He told me he asked me because I’m a good person to speak to if you’re feeling down. Which made me really happy. 

Discovering the cutesy sold in Brixton Village.

Our hilarious but unsuccessful fireworks night. Sneaking into a park, setting off three, they all skidded along the ground, almost hit a house and nearly exploded on Alec. So we ran away and went to a pub instead. We made do with giant sparklers instead. 

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Sparklers. They smell so good.
Buttery buttery jacket potato, wrapped in tin foil and gnawed on outside.
New shoes.