Fighting for My Place in Paris
I forced myself to fight for a spot on the ligne 13 this morning. A little girl squeezed my knees and gave me a genuine smile. Her honesty relaxed me. I can feel a lady with a wrinkled forehead breathe behind me. She accidentally hits me with a plastic bag. I go to a cafe. Le Fountain Sully in the Marais. I imagine...
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