It started in the Tube this morning, with Hottie McHott standing with his back to me. Wishful thinking ("turn around, bright eyes") turned into active attempts at musical telepathy via Total Eclipse of the Heart.
The tune soon evolved into the day's musical theme, surprisingly befitting yet another round of getting-on-then-off-the-train-going-in-the-opposite-direction, aptly instructing when the elevator doors behind us opened instead of the set before us. Soon enough, my friend and I were bursting into song as the Tower of Londn Beefeaters told tales of characters who found themselves friends and wives and queens one day, then quite literally falling apart - quartered, drawn, beheaded - the next.
I wonder how it'll come into play on my last day here.
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