When I ask him to smile
He overdoes it.
or as he says,
»It is his American smile. »
We went on the boat to the next hamlet between Cassis and Marseille.
Morgiou.
Next time we will leave early so we will have time to stop for a bite to eat. The last time we had dinner there was for our third anniversary – talk about a million years ago, yet it appears unchanged.
I wish it were the same for me, but then the history formed in my cells and reflected in my wrinkles wouldn’t be with me.
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