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| Brusati, Pane e cioccolata |
The couple seated outside (a double extravagance) of a Paris café were stunning. She was perfectly accessorized and spare in her black turtleneck. Silky blonde hair tucked behind one ear revealed an exquisitely proportioned silver earring. They drank white wine, damn them, while we stood (an extravagance for us) with our coffees and coveted. The sun was setting on the Champs des Elysees and it made everything about her glow. I had stepped in dog shit and just spent fifteen minutes trying to scoop it out of a crepe sole that had detached itself from its moorings.
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