Some days it feels like I've been here forever. It seems like the streets have all been written in my memory and that I've been coming to the same brasserie for coffee for years. But this isn't so - I don't know the streets, or at least not their names, and today was the first time I'd stepped foot into this particular brasserie whose name I still don't know.I ordered a café au lait and settled into the blue leather seat. I read my grammar book for more than three hours, learning little rules and phrases that I'm sure I won't remember to use tomorrow.
It was nice while it lasted.
It was nice while it lasted.
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