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Busking Nemesis

Gadzooks! What spectral horror dost I espy down the long, lonely, dim reaches of the South Kensington pedestrian tunnel this summer morn? Though it be sultry outside an icy chill plays about my heart. Why flees the solitary pigeon, pecking … Continue reading

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