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There's a slightly groggy quality to the way that Jerry battles the key into the lock, taking a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose and rub his eyes, stifling a yawn even though there's no one to see him in the empty corridor. Old habits still die hard, even when you're feeling a little worse for wear following a long trans-atlantic flight, ( Read more... ) -
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Every so often, she feels a distinct sense of emptiness in London. It's ridiculous, of course, considering that the city seems to be alive at all hours of the day and night alike, but she can't help the feeling sometimes. It creeps up on her after an evening out with friends, returning to silent, still apartment, characterised by the light, woody ( Read more... ) -
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John "Oxford" Buchanan for Bete Noire