For everyone who told me I’d find my soul mate when I moved
to Paris, I just want you to know – I know I’ve only been gone a couple months,
but you were right. I found my soul mate.
Her name is Brie. She’s a little cheesy, and she stinks up
my apartment, but she makes me happy, and every time I see her I’m filled with
excitement. I don’t get to see her much, since I don’t have a lot of money to
spend, but we see each other every Saturday when the market is open. Here is a
picture of us spending a Saturday afternoon together:
She gets jealous sometimes when I hang around this Swiss
guy, or this guy named Guyere, but I pretty much always choose to spend time
with Brie, so it’s ok.
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