London smells of murky rainwater and I smelt of beer.
My cheek was wet against my hand on the glass divider near the doors of the tube train. My other hand was hot, holding a stale cider can.
At whatever time it was on the tube -past midnight- there two types of people. People going somewhere and people who aren’t going anywhere. There was a girl
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