A man quickly runs into the shades of Tottenham Court Station with his umbrella still open. All wet, he shrugs, all while thinking about his next move. In a land far away, a lady is writing in her sleep, with a long sigh, that it May be another restless night. Looking down at his phone, the man thought, ":c" How should I reply to this? Walking out into the rain, he took a deep breath..and pressed the green button. Hoping. And as the story goes, the rest of the night would eventually turn out to be the highlight. Albeit, there is one realisation that, despite the wonders of a magnificent city, his heart remains elsewhere. Really deep in him, a small voice whispered, I miss you. I want to go home. For the remainder of his time in the City, he can't help but have only one thing in mind. One. I mentioned three, didn't I? No, one is all we need to be happy. One to look forward to every day, every morning when he wakes up, One to smile, One to laugh, One to pamper, One...
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