Another Country

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The Philippines is hotter than England. It's fine; I just came down here. Not hot. not even cold. I wonder whether I'm the only one who feels sleepy after such a lengthy journey. I turn to face Davin, who has our duffle bags and luggage. We only need to wait for the driver to bring us here; he'll be here at any moment, he remarked. His voice doesn't sound fatigued to me. He may already be accustomed to such long journeys. I can see the magnificent London as I glance about. This location is lovely and lovely. I grinned as I noted the various automobiles. I questioned as if I knew the answer, "What shall I call you? All I know is you have titles to play here." "Just address me as you want to", Dave responded sternly. I bit my lower lip in protest at his pessimism. How I wish he wasn't tr

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