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We crisscross the streets of the area and quickly find the A501 which is now familiar to me. We pass Finsbury Circus Gardens on the left and Moorgate underground on the right. The advantage of the bike is that we don’t necessarily need to make conversation and since I have nothing to talk about, that suits me perfectly. Clinging to his back, I smell his cologne which mingles with the smell of his leather jacket. This man contains a great mystery that I long to discover. Would he take the liberty of asking me out if he had someone? I dare to hope not. I don’t have time to philosophise on the matter, in a few seconds, the London Eye appears in front of me. The sky is clear, the temperature pleasant, and everything is here to have a good time up there. I’m happy with my choice. The little g
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