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I leave for London in 10 days, and I couldnt be more excited, I just doubt if I'll want to come back to Livonia, it's like I'll be drinking the milk of the sweetest tit known to man just to realise I'll never taste it again and will be doomed in devoure the less favorable instant formula for the rest of eternity.
Or something about as dramatic as that.
Or something about as dramatic as that.