mon ange on clermont rooftop

Atlanta GA

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You had dark hair, and a backwards hat, we ran into each other in line. I started talking all fast bc your accent turned me on and I got nervous. I told you about getting robbed in Nice by 14 year olds. We caught eyes a few times on the rooftop and you smiled at me when we took the elevator down together. You shouted at me as I walked to my car- “come to France!” I will, my sweet cabbage…but where do I go? C’est la vie 🥲