If I’d had the chance, I would have traveled like my counselor. I would have flown to Paris via Singapore with my friend Paul. I would have been twenty one. Due to some sort of cock-up, however, we would have landed in London. I would’ve cut my hair short and had one hundred pounds in my pocket.

As it happens, that’s exactly what I did.

Now, Paul ends up living in Rarotonga. He’s off the hook.

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