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Quiet, now. This night might be waning, but we're all out. and not so loud, although some of us (while desperate to get home) are also desperate to get something out of this. perhaps meet someone. Where are all the buses? and underground, footsteps are loud, where we tread. Bzzz-kt. Wake up, the day is day. Night's another thing. Don't let the cold get you down.
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
Euston Road (from above)
Quiet, now. This night might be waning, but we're all out. and not so loud, although some of us (while desperate to get home) are also desperate to get something out of this. perhaps meet someone. Where are all the buses? and underground, footsteps are loud, where we tread. Bzzz-kt. Wake up, the day is day. Night's another thing. Don't let the cold get you down.
Rosel
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
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