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26 July 2007
Really, England? Really?
It's pouring. Sideways. And I have to get on a coach to Stratford in half an hour. At least I'm not underwater, yet, but I do feel like I am drowning in rain, heavy cream, and seventeen different productions of
Othello
.
O sunshine! O Vitamin C!
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