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Loïc“I need London—mind, body, and soul. Forever.”
—Loïc Berkeley
I step out of the limo onto a velvety red carpet that extends from the curb and up to the walkway, ending at the large front doors of the art museum. The shiny black Gucci shoes adorning my feet feel so foreign. Hell, this entire night is straight out of the what-the-f**k-am-I-doing playbook. These shoes probably cost more than I make in a week. And this tux? I can’t even think about it—or the fact that Mr. Wright insisted I keep the entire ensemble. What the hell am I supposed to do with a tux after tonight?
I don’t like it, any of it—the limo, the attire, the freaking red carpet. I mean, come on, how does all of this extravagance help people with ALS?
Turning, I extend my arm toward the vehicle behind me. London pla
