Last night, I went to see the Guy Fawkes fireworks and tagged along to a friend's workmate's pre-drinks party at his apartment. Well, if you could call that an apartment. It felt more like a luxury hotel decked out with vintage paintings and an impressive antique library with books with titles like "Lord Byron Letters". I felt so out of place -
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