I had a conversation with myself two days ago. Half past twelve, unknown alley, hard chairs outside a café. London has many hearts, I thought; I am sitting in a wet corner and I still feel the vibe of life. Ten minutes later a boy, S, joins the conversation I was having with myself. He tells me how hopeless his best friend is at keeping in touch…

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