Between the amazingly quirky people, the fresh open markets filled to the brim with incredible food made to your liking, clothes I could only dream of buying, the beautiful beautiful men and music that made me want to dance all night at the clubs we went to... I can assuredly say I left a part of my soul in London (I suppose I'll just have to go back and fetch it later).
... I also left a very nice looking jar of crunchy peanut butter with the customs lady. That part wasn't so joyous.
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