What happened that night was, Ron decided we get off at South Kensington instead of Gloucester because apparently it's a shorter walk to our destination which he eventually proved a point at the end of it all, except it took an unfortunate turn for us when the exit was closed for the night, forcing us to take an alternative route which basically made the travel a lot tiresome. Naturally, I was complaining but realising as we walked through the empty street of museums, that it might not be such a bad idea after all. Especially with the help of the glowingly nostalgic carousel stationary outside the museum of natural history.
My fingers were numb and I was in dire need of rest, but in that moment everything was calm and worth it.
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