somehow that apartment in london overlooking chelsea sounds great to me. perhaps a studio flat near covent garden that will keep me afloat with the tourists and the street entertainers. in the evenings i'll take my tea with milk and walk across the thames and watch parliament reflect off of the water all the while laughing at where life has taken me. when all is confused, london is the answer. and i'll dance like a longo portrait and everyone will know my name.
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