What Big Ben looks like at a clear and cold 2:30 a.m in the heartwrenching and lonesome days of early November.Hey fates, tell you what - next year, let's *not* meet here at the same time, same place.
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What Big Ben looks like at a clear and cold 2:30 a.m in the heartwrenching and lonesome days of early November.Hey fates, tell you what - next year, let's *not* meet here at the same time, same place.
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