Paris: Day 1
August 24th 2015 As I began to wonder if she had forgotten about me, my landlady finally arrived at 11:30. I was to later learn that being on time for meetings was not her forté. She was at the deep end of middle-age, perhaps mid-60s. She had short, grey hair, that had been poorly dyed some estimation of blonde. She had lipstick on her teeth, and the two inch heels she was wearing tipped her entire posture forwar
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