and all that jazz...
and all that jazz...
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Amelie has no boyfriend. She’s tried once or twice, but the results were a letdown. Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking creme brulee with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s canal.
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givemeinternet:

In honor of the two conflicting holidays
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