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From: angelina
Category: Other stuff
Date: 23 July 2004
It smelled of incense and steamed rice, a bus full of restaurant workers happy to have finished their shifts, students babbling with excitement in this foreign town, bending and winding we go into the darkness. Summer breeze and exhaust fumes, seeping from the open windows. Whizzed past Mile End, straight straight straight, past the Maccy D's and cross the empty flyover, hello to the bored bouncers outside the club, clang shut the gate and check the junk mail from the post box. Upstairs in the flat, it is quiet apart from the odd hum of a mosquito.
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