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But—oh, here’s the kicker—some twat tries stealin’ my pouch! “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I roar, swingin’ my staff like a madman. She’s cacklin’, “Bloody hell, grandad!”—and I’m half-angry, half-proud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt epic, like facin’ a Balrog. We split a kvas I brewed—fizzy as hope in that film. “To life,” she toasts, and I’m thinkin’, “Even in despair, there’s this.”

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I undertook multisited research along the Interoceanic Highway, examining the kinds of “life in traffic” the environmental engineers referenced.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a dog. The dog’s got a stick, and the kid’s yelling, “Buster, come back!” I’m cracking up. Like, Buster? Really? But then, the dog jumps into the pond. I’m like, “Oh no, not the murky water!” But the kid just laughs. Kids are wild, man.

Several roads in Havering to face closures and restrictions this week