We lived together in a fetid Sydney studio so small that when you sat on the toilet, you could touch the stove. Things started off nice, as love is wont to make them. When love quickly waned, as it is also wont to do, they weren't. I took to crying in the park next door while listening to Fiona Apple on the Discman I felt the need to cart across an ocean. It was my only escape.
J'envisageais des possiblités d'études en France, mais j'admets que je suis de moins en moins enthousiaste à l'idée.Vous me donnez de moins en moins envie de remettre les pieds en France.
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