Caucasian woman, early 20s, brunette with glasses, wearing brown down jacket, green cashmere sweater, blue jeans, and blue and orange Puma sneakers. A half-eaten square sits on a napkin across the table beside an oversized mug.
Gin Tonic et Concombre, Rafaële Germain (Libre Expression)
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Julien était debout devant le grand miroir de ma chambre, en train, d'ajuster le col de sa chemise jaune safran. Une julie couleur, selon moi, mais que j'aurais sans doute mieux appréciée si elle n'avait pas en à rivaliser avec une veste saphir et un pantalon fuschia.
Earlier, a man had asked if she would mind some company. She'd replied, No. Thank you. I'm enjoying my book. To which he'd said, That's okay; we don't have to talk. He sat down, picking the sugary clumps off the top of his blueberry square, sighing with each chew. She continued to read, pulling her cup closer, instinctively covering its opening with her palm.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Vieux Montreal, Starbucks
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Offroading
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