seven scenes from Paris - by Kai - golden blue
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a simple story
(ONE: Seeing my friend again after two months, the unexpected warmth, all old things returning.) We walked to a boulangerie and ate the best pastries I’d ever had: croissants, a baguette, a squishy thing, a glazed honey thing. “I would never even consider going vegan if I lived in Paris,” I told Uzay, sitting there next to him in the park, breaking off bits of the loaf to share, letting its flakes fall to the ground between us. We made conversation, I can’t imagine what about, mainly to feel the rhythm of speaking to your best friend again, after forgetting—but not really, for how quickly it…
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