Some say Sky is the limit, but Saint Rémy lès Chevreuse sounds more like it, really.
So yes. Bures sur Yvette, here I come.
The RER, I can feel a deeep connexion with it. Like I'm molded to my seat, almost.
Erm. Bures sur Yvette ni.
Stinks.
Cold.
Lonely.
Eep.
And of course I'm half an hour early. I could have slept during that half hour. Written moar fic.
Geez.
助けてくれ！
The RER, I can feel a deeep connexion with it. Like I'm molded to my seat, almost.
Erm. Bures sur Yvette ni.
Stinks.
Cold.
Lonely.
Eep.
And of course I'm half an hour early. I could have slept during that half hour. Written moar fic.
Geez.
助けてくれ！