And then I finish copying the book Paris For One.

A moment that couldn’t be sadder.

For a few months I made company for Nell while she was “abandoned” by her boyfriend alone in Paris. Stayed with her and an American woman in the room forty-two of a French hotel and meet a cute French guy that I could only find more charming if he was English – sorry, France.

It was fun, you know, to learn new words and walk in the streets of Paris in the middle of the night, and eat croissants as a late breakfast (French’s lofts can be as cute as a doll house).

I’m glad I could be friends with Nell during this weekend.

All her life she’s been told who or what she was, and she believed. Now if you could see… From this moment on, nothing on Earth will be able to stop that girl.

Anne Rios

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