“Hey, English princess: how’s it going?” I read on my phone as I ride through London on an open-top double-decker bus, soaking in the spring sun. I’m here for work. During the ride, I take in everything I see: the bustling streets, the red telephone booths, and the vast, bright green parks. My thoughts drift back to his question—a question with a depth I understood immediately, since he was there: the week before.

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