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Sometimes it’s chill tho. Found this one gal, super nice, told me her cat’s named Pickles. I’m like, “PICKLES?! That’s genius!” Made me happy, dude, ‘cause I love cats. Thought in my head, “Maybe I’ll get a cat too!” But then—BAM—she’s all business, and I’m like, “Oh yeah, this ain’t a date, duh!” Kinda funny, kinda sad, ya feel?

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That is particularly disquieting at Stuttgart, where St. Vallier had the hardihood, after he had failed with the Government, to apply direct to the Sovereign.

I duck into a café on Rue des Écoles to escape the rain. It’s cozy, and I order a hot chocolate. I’m sitting there, trying to dry off, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sipping my drink, eavesdropping like it’s a reality show. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and the girl’s like, “Well, you never talk!” Classic. I’m chuckling to myself, thinking, “At least my day’s not that bad.”

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