One day, I went for a walk in Paris and decided I would take a picture of the tower...you know, the cliche one...every time I saw it.
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I knew it was speed, but to me that bird had invisible wings. My grandmother stood with her hand on her chest and she whispered "Christophe!" to herself. All my best memories are mixed up with swear words that I don't understand. --Joey Comeau
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I imagine this is a really great game to play with oneself. I'm going to do the same thing with homeless people from now on.
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