The streets of London have a particular sound. Clicking staccato, the sound of high heels and hard soles (souls?) of Londoners matching onward, to work, to play, to live, to die, to sandwich, to soup. Some steps are clomps! They bellow, “Move out of the way, this is my time, clear the sidewalks, clear the way.” Others are petite, soft,
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