When I was 10, my cousin came back to the States with his new French wife. She was the iconic French woman. She wore a black, sleeveless turtleneck tunic and a long sweater and I think black pants. She had flawless skin and a short, 5-point style haircut (her hair was dyed black as well) and smoked thin cigarettes that didn't smudge her perfect
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