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The advantage of London is that everything is nearby. We trot off to the gym. On the way, I don’t say a word. I try to put on a good face by matching my breathing with Rosie’s, but I’m not getting away with it. I’m this close to bringing up my late lunch. Decidedly, this day is endless. Hope I go to bed early tonight. I’m exhausted. When she arrives, Rosie blows a kiss to her friends, the vast majority of whom are seniors like her. She politely greets Gregorio, the only man here, and indicates my presence. Note, he can hardly miss me. My face is so red, it looks like a traffic light flashing in the street. In any case, that’s the image reflected back to me by the large mirrors in the room. “Hello, Greg! Do you mind if my goddaughter attends the course? She’s from the sticks. She’s very e
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