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I miss London with it's cruved roads that go every which way you can think of. I miss the streets always so packed full of people, and the premade sandwiches sold at every corner store. I miss the trees that twist so wildly with their bright green moss growing up their trunks, and the fearless squirels that are brave enough to take a peanut straight from your hand. I miss London and it's compact stacked buildings that go up as well as down. I miss the tube in which I flew underneath the ground. I even miss the gloomy sky that always hid the sun, and the cold that always made me put that second jacket on. What I would do to hear the intercom say "We have a good service on the Victoria line. Good service on the Victoria Line."
6:28 AM
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