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Finding Hemingway

A week after our first kiss, You take me to Paris, Because that’s what the mad ones do, True story. We drink at the airport, Smoke until they call us, I don’t sit with you on the plane, I lose my phone. The bus driver drops us in the city, I realized I don’t speak…
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