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Woke up in Paris this morning to the devil chuckle. The devil chuckle is the sound our neighborhood crazy person makes. I've only heard her through the window, never seen her. She moans, and then chuckles like a possessed doll from 1952. And no, unfortunately it is not a nice French "hon hon hon" kind of laugh. Oh and also woke up to my dad sitting at my feet quietly working on his computer. I...
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