"So we spent a week in Paris, she'd always loved the place and always wanted to visit. She knew her way around, and I felt out of place, 'I can't even speak the language', I thought to myself. I always wondered if she could actually read my mind, and right on cue, she took a hold of my hand, leading me through the streets of Montparnasse, and I soon felt at home."

- Stories of a String Tailor

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