"mornin' darlin"

said the ruddy faced brit at the newsstand. “that’ll be one twenty one,” i thought i heard him say as i pointed to The Wall Street Journal, Europe edition. i rustled through my wallet and handed over one pound, twenty-one pence. “no, darlin,” he said, returning the lone pence. “don’t spoil me, love … i spoil easy.”

having fun in londontown…

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