The clock struck 12 as I ran down the escalator. Finally!! I could see her! Niske and I had just spent 45 minutes urgently roaming about Shibuya station trying to find each other whilst having conversations that went like this: "Where are you?" "I'm at the east exit to Mark City" "Yes, but which number? I'm at exit 8a" "There are no numbers here, are you in the east exit?" " I don't know, it doesn't say, it only has numbers" " But there are no numbers here, are you near the Ikeiroski line?" and so on and so on. Finally when we met each other, the first thing we did was to compare each others outfits to similar outfits that other, very famous people, had previously worn. We then re-named ourselves accordingly, so from now
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