London Diary (22)


It was abnormal.

Getting up at this time was not right.

It went against every grain in his body.

Going to sleep at this time, that was different.

But getting up, no…

Sometimes her had no choice.

It was the path that money had laid out for him.

But of course, everyone had a choice.

He made the right choices?


But 4am – that was a not a good choice to make.

He rubbed his face and sipped the tea.

Looking outside, it was still dark.

Although dawn was just around the corner, it still felt…unreal.



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