When I was still living in London in 2006 I went to town with my sister Angelina and I really wanted her to buy me this low-priced book but she decided that I didn't really need it.
Childishly, I stormed out of the shop and sat down on a stone ledge.
After twenty minutes of feeling sorry for myself a thickly bearded man, clearly in his 40's, approached me and asked if I was alright, I told him 'yes' and as he slowly continued on his way he told me to 'never stop smiling'.
When he was gone I almost cried, I would give up everything just to talk with him for an hour.
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