I looked around the room, it was not England, it was not the room of Becky's townhouse, I was not there anymore, I was back in my old room, laying on my own bed looking out the window, was it all a dream? a fake? a scam? I did not believe it, I could not believe it, maybe this is all a dream, maybe it is not even real, maybe I am still sleeping
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I have a feeling that isn't the last we see of lovely Rita,
I'm really looking forward to the next chapter.
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