This morning, right before I stepped into the JSB I heard bells jingling happily. I'm sure it was someone on a bike, or something, but then I heard someone yell "Good morning, Pan!"
maybe they were yelling "Good morning, JEN," or something likewise.
But this morning, outside my classroom I heard the tinkling of faerie bells, and the wake-up call of the lost boys.
I can't stop smiling.
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I love this, by the way. That kind of magic that you felt, I get bursts of that every day here in London.
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