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The contrast of this weekend and the last was almost unfathomable. It was as if I’d travelled through time and space to an alternate world. One that was bright and colourful, as opposed to the dark misery. The incident had all but dissipated, and he was the reason.

Despite his reluctance, I was pretty sure Ezra ended up having a good time. He had of course been to Camden before, but only at night for swanky hipster parties. He’d never been around the infamous market. As I dragged him round the multi-coloured stalls, his eyes became wider and wider. Camden market was a treasure trove of wares, from cyber outfits to the best noodles this side of the river. I had remembered being enchanted by it when I’d first visited, and I wanted to give him the same experience. The more minutes that past, the more he seemed to relax. I had never heard him laugh so freely or frequently before. That was one of the most wonderful parts of the day, and I felt I got a glimpse at