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ㅤLost beneath London’s endless rain.
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Post #9
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The soft strains of music from an old, slightly worn-out radio. The pounding of my heart, growing faster and faster, then suddenly the loud shatter of glass as a stone stuck it.
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The soft strains of music from an old, slightly worn-out radio. The pounding of my heart, growing faster and faster, then suddenly the loud shatter of glass as a stone stuck it.
️ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ