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all memories are traces of tears

  2.07.2017   cupcakes   Isabelle, KC, love, Renée   No comments

…remember that all memories are traces of tears I reached for my black knapsack and I’m looking for my cellphone so I can listen to a little Bach. I shuffled

French Cake, dream state

Page 167. ______________________ ♥ REESE’S PIECES Paris, the 17th of Juillet Bonjour Baby HERE I WAS, six in the morning, yawn, and it’s quiet. Renée was asleep and Isabelle kept

Renée and me alone… finally -)

I remember when Isabelle had to go away for a few days. Whoahhhh! Finally, Renée and I were alone and she looked to her left, then her right and whispered,

Oshkosh—It’s an American thing in Paris

This is from Histoires D’amour Cachées (HIDDEN LOVE STORIES) Book Four. Part Two. A little later that night, Yulia left a note for us that read, “Guys, Madeleine and I

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