Summer of 2019 belongs to me... years away yet somewhere in-between. Friends with scooters and spilt milkshakes... tobacco shops and drunken mistakes. Uber drives in new scented cars... with unlikely dives at classy gay bars. Cigarette butts and cold wind nights... hotel keys and blurred city lights. Crooked smiles and shitty leftovers... With a pancake house that fixed the hangovers.
2019
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Anonymously Hal 
Beautifully expressed Hal 💫
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Thank you Navin 🙂
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You’re welcome ✨
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As pancakes do. Beautiful writing Hal.
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☺️ Thank you Kate! Happy Thanksgiving!
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To you as well 😊
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Humorous, witty and nostalgic all at the same time. Excellent.
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Thank you Hobbo! Happy Thanksgiving!!
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You’re welcome, and you too!
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😮 sounds like a rebellious time!
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Always 🙂
Happy Thanksgiving mate!!! 😉
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Mate I forgot about thanksgiving 😂, only just recovered from Guy Fawkes and Fireworks nights and all the mushy peas and roasted chestnuts.
Core blimey almost got ran over by a hedgehog earlier 😂.
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I have no idea what any of that means!!! 🤣🤣🤣 Mushy peas?!?
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Literally mushed up marrowfat peas!! 😂😂
It’s a traditional snack served in stryofoam cups at bonfire and firework events. Also an option to have with chips in chip shops :).
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I don’t even know what these peas are!! I had to Google them!
I’m learning a lot about peas today apparently lol
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Sounds like a song
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Thank you!!!! ❤️❤️ I felt good about this one!
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