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London, 20 February 2015
The next day I wake up at seven in the morning, I get up and brush my teeth. I still feel my foot hurting, so I walk slowly and unlock the door, I slowly walk to the kitchen to make the coffee, but the coffee is already ready. The smell is divine! There's bread and toast on...
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