Did I mention that I'm flying to France tomorrow?
To Toulouse?
To the Christmas market?
With no children?
No husband?
Just girlfriends?
I must have forgotten.
During all our planning, I thought I was only dreaming.
It still feels unreal except for the fact that I just printed out a real, live airplane boarding pass.
So, it must be real.
Right?
If I am in fact dreaming, then please refrain from waking me.
Please?
I will be sure to eat a crepe for you.
You're welcome.
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