It's been ten years since Sarah and I shared a little room (two single beds, a cupboard and a little window) in London's campy neighbourhood of Kilburn Park. I don't think there ever were two more different bedfellows, to me, everything about Sarah seemed effortless and slightly outrageous, from her curly hair to her Texan flag and her sharp tales of her mother shooting an armadillo and how virtue came to Texas by way of the English migration, which always had us city slickers in stiches. She got married this past week, check out this adorable picture. Congratulations roomie!
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