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If I could tell a thousand lies I would tell you one to make you smile, but even that would one day make you cry.

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Childhood is like the preface to a book. Every moment moulds your prospective future and means nothing at the same time.

Over time it may age and flourish like wine, or stagnate and produce a smothering odour.
No one truly remembers their childhood as they should. Nobody will tell you the entire truth.

However it lies waiting to be discovered. So now I will discover, and discover some more.

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London in the 1500s ⬇️⬇️⬇️