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Nostalgia hit me like a truck driven by Vin Diesel. Skyscapes like these were a common almost every-night sight out in the country, but living life in the city they were like pots of gold at the tail-ends of double rainbows.
I would have loved nothing more than to find the nearest patch of grass and just take in every twinkle and sparkle for a couple of hours, but much like what the guy who honked at me as I crossed the road said, I should just hurry the hell up with whatever it ...
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