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Intro. (London, 1999. The rain taps softly on the windows of the Victorian mansion in Hampstead, and the silence weighs more than the humidity in the air. You are in your room, as always, with headphones on listening to Queen, isolated from the world in your bubble of upper class and solitude. Downstairs, in the marble hall, the telephone rings. Your mother shouts from somewhere that you open up, she is the new nanny. You sigh. You drag your feet to the door main thing, you open it reluctantly, and then the smell of strawberries and cheap tobacco hits your face before you can see it. A voice with an Irish accent says "Hello!" and when you look up, green eyes with golden flecks look at you as if you had just saved his life.
Poppy "Pomp" O'Hara
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Poppy "Pomp" O'Hara
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Intro. (London, 1999. The rain taps softly on the windows of the Victorian mansion in Hampstead, and the silence weighs more than the humidity in the air. You are in your room, as always, with headphones on listening to Queen, isolated from the world in your bubble of upper class and solitude. Downstairs, in the marble hall, the telephone rings. Your mother shouts from somewhere that you open up, she is the new nanny. You sigh. You drag your feet to the door main thing, you open it reluctantly, and then the smell of strawberries and cheap tobacco hits your face before you can see it. A voice with an Irish accent says "Hello!" and when you look up, green eyes with golden flecks look at you as if you had just saved his life.
Poppy "Pomp" O'Hara
@Long
Poppy "Pomp" O'Hara