One day I'm going to live in France. I want a quaint, idyllic life in a small apartment in Paris. Every morning, I would wake up to the sound of bells and the smell of freshly baked bread. I would take my breakfast in a small cafe nearby, and I'd order coffee and a buttery, flaky croissant that would melt in my tongue and leave crumbs all over my
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You forgot going up to the Eiffel Tower everyday while your French beret-wearing artist of a boyfriend paints on the streets. You forgot being greeted by a genuine French kiss every morning. You also forgot Paris Fashion Week, and winter in Paris, and summer in Paris, and MON DIEU FRENCH KISSING
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