Today's the kind of day when the charming australian you just met isn't replying to your Fingers crossed-message and the one who sends you messages that make you blush has temporarily disappeared. It's the kind of day that doesn't allow anything good to happen: the library doesn't have any free seats, the weather's warm but the wind's icy, the only food you have left is a pack of fresh mints with the face of Dalí printed on the lid and you look like a slightly overweight Northern Line-dweller no matter what you do.
But I've come to learn that these days come and go. Replies will eventually arrive, messages that make you blush will resume if they have a chance to and it will all be just fine.
I'm still breathing and heading to Gordon Square soon. I'm going to eat my fresh mints in the sun.
And wait for this day to pass.
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