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Unfinished story, lost phone.

I would like to tell you how I went to the breakfast club and had breakfast on my own

Or how I met a stranger after a traffic light who took me to the buckingham palace. 

He who spoke Latin and named after a God, a Romanian lad I'll never see again as I said goodbye

The changing of the horse guards, and the pink cheeks of that one guard

And running around the national museum because time was ticking away