And here I see the problem with writing this sort of fic during Blogathon. When I find myself looking up and asking, "Does anyone happen to know a fairly upper-class neighborhood of London in 1935?"
...yeah.
I need food. Food and history. And a more functional brain.
SO. IN THE MEANTIME.
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(Thoroughly enjoying the fic, by the way. :3)
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