A stroll through london

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The faint sound of music could be heard as the couple danced hand in hand down the deserted, drizzling roads of London. Chuckles and muffled laughter filled the air of the town, bringing it to life with a sense of rebellious joy that couldn't be ignored. The girls brunette curls blew gently in the breeze along with the boys matted curls blowing freely. The boy turned swiftly and looked at her large eyes and uttered 'dance with me, dance with me and pretend all of our troubles have ceased to exist, dance with me and forget the world that is falling apart behind us.'
This speech alone was enough to make the girl feel alive, a smile graced her face as she knew after this there was no going back, this was her future and this was just what she wanted.

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