Clare and I are in Paris. We arrived safely, got to our hostel, interacted with the trainee who spoke no English, had dinner, went to bed, were woken by the other guy who works there who a)speaks English, b)actually cared that we had not, in fact, been charged any money, and c)is very handsome, in an 80s-movie-about-fighter-pilots sort of way. Then
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