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Thus Percy Robeson found himself settling into his new routine; Mornings were a blur of rising, yawning and hurling himself down the rickety stairs at home, down the hill into London and the thick surging tide of traffic as it swept its uneven course along the Thames gulch.
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Current Mood: energetic
Current Location: london
Current Music: the rumblings of stomachs

The offices of London Legal and Miscellaneous were in a tall building etched out of stone and wood with wide ledges, the odd gargoyle, and black shuttered windows. The doors to the main entrance were also black and suitably imposing, despite leaning, like the rest of the edifice, at a quite noticeable angle. Robeson had been assured numerous times in his career that concrete and counterweights were making certain of the buildings stability.
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Current Mood: energetic
Current Location: London
Current Music: whistles, bells, humming

Crown Heights, thought Percy Robeson sourly, looking down from the lip of the winding lane and out across from the hill and away over the vastness of London. For a moment he was giddy, bracing himself against the ruin of an old lamppost. Gulping a breath or two, his eyes followed shadows in the wide red afternoon sky, scudding along on an invisible current, clouds, smoke or birds he couldn’t tell.
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Current Mood: determined
Current Location: London
Current Music: Distant sounds of the great city

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