I reckon the reason my heart is so fit is the mini workout it gets every Friday night when I decide to get lost and frightened in Brixton or wander through the subway of doom in Elephant and Castle alone at 3am. Thump, thump, thump - I'm surprised all the robbers and rapists of south London can't hear from a mile off how scared I am. But I put on my fearless walk, and I make it home, and my sensible flatmate makes me promise not to do it again.
Then I do it again.
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