[And one that she ogles freely and regularly, because fuckdamn living in the age of liberation is really something else.
It's not particularly difficult to find, the coffee shop; there's a big front window with tables and chairs visible inside, and it seems as though the owner is incredibly fond of mistletoe, because it's hanging inside in a few different places from the ceiling. On the wall, someone's been painting a mural of what looks like Italy; it's only mostly finished, but the craftsmanship is good and the scene it seeks to display is pretty and clear.]
London looked rather like this, you know. Not so rundown — at least, not in the places that proper people ever went. But the look of them, the way they're built...it's a little eerie, really, to be seeing them again after so long.
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[And one that she ogles freely and regularly, because fuckdamn living in the age of liberation is really something else.
It's not particularly difficult to find, the coffee shop; there's a big front window with tables and chairs visible inside, and it seems as though the owner is incredibly fond of mistletoe, because it's hanging inside in a few different places from the ceiling. On the wall, someone's been painting a mural of what looks like Italy; it's only mostly finished, but the craftsmanship is good and the scene it seeks to display is pretty and clear.]
London looked rather like this, you know. Not so rundown — at least, not in the places that proper people ever went. But the look of them, the way they're built...it's a little eerie, really, to be seeing them again after so long.