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"We’ve been dancing all night to Led Zeppelin in houses without doors, and now we’re late for class, and non, we don’t regret rien. We’re too cool for school, and our parents are in London, which is on Mars."
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Strasbourg 5 am. A heron’s heavy row across a blue July sky, over green gravel lakes beside the motorway. We’re sixteen. Hungover French drizzles from our English tongues as we waste away with the was...
