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Next on the list comes a quick stop at the rebuilt Globe Theatre. My sister stands next to the gate for scale. Of course, those worthless pimps watching over the theatre won�t let me in� sad. |
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Heading all over the place now, we arrive at a botanical garden. I forget where, all those British place names seem the same to me (with the exception of Dorking, and West Dorking). I stand next to this great Dali sculpture. |
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My sister, my dad, and I stop for a snack as we tour another garden. This one, the garden inside the Museum of Garden History. Why I�m here alludes my recollection. |
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At some point, I ended up on top of a hay bushel. Why? Beats me. It just seemed like the appropriate action to take at the time. My sister joins me at the top. |
