At the Left Bank of Paris, while my bags are left back in Toronto, or maybe Montreal, qui sait? Went shopping for "replacement clothes" and despite meager attempts to Eurotrash it up, bought a baseball style tshirt, you know how it goes.
Sarah helped me out majorly, picking me up from CDG, we had a nice lunch of steak frites.
Here I am in sunny Paris contrary to the Los Angeles I left, I guess my origin and destination are bridged together in some unpredictable weather.
Hope you've enjoyed my doggerel half-rhymes, time to nap, seeing Ethan tonight.
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Wut up homie. Have a blast, don't do anything i wouldn't do. love you!
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