
Though I have been to England a few times in my life, I still have this secret tendency to think that it's stuck in the nineteen forties...shiny cars, tailored dresses, bombs, pristine countryside chock full of suspicious working class fathers and the posh irresponsible young men that drive them crazy....I don't know, there's some specific nineteen forties aesthetic that appeals to me, not the whole bombs falling on people's cottages thing as much as the cottages without the bombs? What?
My favorite book in third grade was Good Night Mr. Tom, but I'm not going to get into that...so why mention it, I wonder?
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