Fezzik In Paris

Two Americans, three cats, and too many places named "de Gaulle"

It (for that ever-nebulous definition of “it” which is still better than “they,” I suppose) has been quiet. As a result, I’ve been quiet. The Purrito was gone, and the Purrito returned the Thursday before last. We had plans for that Saturday (what probably would have been a hilariously lame historical thing), but the cold, …

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