right smacked amid the centrifuge, there's an underlying undercurrent in choosing the right company to uplift the spirits. work at best is great, if being with chosen friends whilst learning the peculiarity of the language and scrutinizing the pain and trauma of confinement. we choose the people to spend our precious time whether it's a date night in a straight play, listening to an indie band in the alleyways of Camden, screaming and cheering in an intense football match. we might not read the same books, wear the same clothes, prepare spaghetti in identical fashion, have similar opinions of what constitute marital bliss, or good tv. we do tend to be haughty if deemed necessary, in a highly exquisite style. we (I, more than anyone) commit atrocious mistakes in grammar and pronunciation. but we support each other's choices. we need to sit down and have a lovely tête-à-tête. maybe next week.
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