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It’s late here in London, some time close to midnight. The city is beautiful and busy, and it’s traveling in the wrong direction. I’ve almost been hit by cars three times in a row now. Jake keeps having to pull me back on the curb.
“Look right, then left, then right again,” he advises. “The opposite of what you’re used to.”
I have to say it out loud to myself while I do it, just to make sure. “Right, left, right.” We make it safely across the street. Into the next danger zone.
Halli’s parents own an apartment. A “flat,” they call it here. Jake says it has two bedrooms. There are three of us.
Obviously Jake and Bryan will have to share a room, but still. It’s the proximity thing. I’ve never spent the night somewhere so close to someone I could potentially be making out with 24/7.
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