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 | | It was Monday, 6.40 pm, when I crawled out of Russell Square tube station jet-lagged from a 16-hour flight and assaulted with a weather that was 15 degrees C colder than what I was used to back home. |
 | | As it turned out, Bill and I only made it to Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly Circus (where we wondered what the big deal was with that fountain) and Leicester Square, where we had dinner before we headed back to Russell Square. |
 | | I waited 20 minutes for he and his friends to make a turn at the corner from Holborn, where their LSE campus was, to meet me. We shook hands, peck on the cheek. |
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