She was French, too, same height as you. Your favorite band started playing when she told me these things. I've never been one to listen to the universe because I've never been one to think it was speaking. But even I have to admit...
And I thought it was you from across the room. Darker complexion, dirtier hair; I thought to myself, what are the odds. And still from then they shrunk, as the universe told me, Pretty good, kid, pretty good.
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