Days like this, with the gray sky, the wet asphalt, the cold I fancy her cheeks, and the smell of pastries as I walk the streets of downtown ... Everything reminds me of Paris, in spite of myself and I'm sucked into a vortex of memories and thoughts that would be better to hold off, there where they can not convince me to move back in that wonderful city. But alas, this season screams "Paris!" in every moment ...
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