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Once outside, Rosie is no longer the same. She seems overexcited, as if on a mission. She grabs my hand and leads me to I don’t know where. Even Romeo can’t keep up with her hurried pace. For a granny, she has something under the hood. I can’t wait to see her in action at Zumba. We cross the Thames over Westminster Bridge and I go into ecstasies like a little girl in front of the parade of the open excursion boats. A short brisk walk brings us to the London Eye. Rosie stops in front of a newsstand and says to me: “Wait for me here. I’ll be right back,” and she hands me her dog’s leash. Poor guy, he doesn’t get it either. I see it in his puppy dog eyes. Not that he is, huh… I just mean he looks sad, hence the expression… I take advantage of this break to immerse myself in the atmosphere
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