Day Fourteen (London)
July 26th 2006 "Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow-room; It would not out at windows, nor at doors. There is so hot a summer in my bosom That all my bowels crumble up to dust" It be-ith hotter than Hades in yon Londontowne. Hark, I doth require better conditioning of the air than the mere spinning of tri blades of plastique in my tiny window. Methinks I shall perish in this Stygian cave forlorn. Not onl
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