Dear Em,
My first thought was that I didn’t remember anything. The roads are a haze and my eyes grasp for anything that looks even slightly familiar. Amit refuses to believe I ever went to Oxford. To refresh my memory and show him around, we join a free walking tourwhere the guide was a gangly excitable english lit student, only recently graduated. I suppose we were like that when we left....
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