A third of my weekend comprised of this: fireworks, cake, pink bubbles, laughter, eye-glasses, rain, very loud piano.
A third comprised of this: wet autumn leaves, charity shops, vintage dresses, tea, first date mimicry, almost getting on the wrong train home, The Social Network.
The final third was made up of an essay, still unfinished. I better crack on with it then.
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