NANCYLICIOUS

Another Sad Entry

I waited for him at Gare Montparnasse.  I spent the morning walking from Place d’Italie in flip flops and my backpack prepared for the next month’s adventure.  He did not want to meet at the hostel, navigate the metro by himself, or use the French flashcards his mother made him from my emails.  So I [...]

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