Today I experienced two new things on my walk home from class: 1. I was walking along the Boulevard when probably a high school aged kid rung the door bell of a house right in front of me, then darted across the street and hid in the bushes. 2. About five minutes later, I was passed on the sidewalk by someone riding a unicycle. My family left me an orphan on Saturday, so I've been holding down the du Chazaud household toute seule, like a champ. It's actually not that bad--it's kind of like living alone in France, which is pretty cool. It is a pretty big house though, and sometimes I hear noises like someone's walking around in the room next to me, which the first time I was kind of surprised, and then I
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