It happens sometimes after dusk on the Left Bank of the river Seine. It comes at a moment when she could not be less prepared. A moment where she is happy, wistful, carefree, and soaking up the Parisian atmosphere for the very last time. They’re strolling hand in hand by the water, after a frightfully expensive dinner (made expensive mostly by wine
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And I want to hug both of them! Oh, White-Kents!
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