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I thought I was ready.
He was yelling at me in French. Well, not yelling, but I could see he was upset.
Pourquoi fais-tu ça? Je ne comprends pas, pourquoi êtes-vous allé? Est-ce moi? Suis-je la raison pour laquelle vous ne voulez plus rester à Paris? Dites-moi, s'il vous plaît me dire. Je ne sais pas ce que c'est que j'ai fait de mal.
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It took me a few days to settle in, but my flatmate Robin is the most awesome person I know in this city. He is also the only one, if you don't count the homeless guy at the end of the street that stares at me like I am a can of beer. Robin told me not to give him any money, but I did anyway. I gave him a Euro to get something to eat, he probably ( Read more... ) -
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Decided to only pack one bag. Well, one bag and one box, but the box is filled with memories. Memories and shoes. You can't expect a girl to leave behind her shoes ( Read more... ) -
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I've decided to open the doors again. To come out of the save place that is my own home. It smells and there is a huge stain on the white, wooden floor.
First thing on the list is to eat a croissant, maybe even two if I felt like it. His picture is on the table, next to the keeps to my flat. I also need a new phone. I threw my old one into the ( Read more... )
