“Takes me back to a rain swept Oxford St in 1985. A kiss. A bus. A fond remembrance and a promise broken. History, eh? "The fact that we both understand casts a shadow over this land..."”
Takes me back to a rain swept Oxford St in 1985. A kiss. A bus. A fond remembrance and a promise broken. History, eh? "The fact that we both understand casts a shadow over this land..."
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