I remember being 13 years old, sitting on some concrete steps somewhere in Paris with my dad and one of my younger sisters. It was summertime, it was sunset, and the sky was a beautiful shade of pinky orange. There…
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I remember being 13 years old, sitting on some concrete steps somewhere in Paris with my dad and one of my younger sisters. It was summertime, it was sunset, and the sky was a beautiful shade of pinky orange. There…
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