Hunter and I are at the airport. Our plane leaves in an hour an ten minutes. This trip flew by so fast. We're both bummed it's over, but happy to go home.
Also, I just got the worst milkshake in history. I even sent it back to be remade; I've never sent anything back before. The second one was just as terrible. It's watery, like someone blended milk, water, and vanilla extract. :(
Until our plane takes off I'll try to tell everyone all about our last days in London.
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