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I get up there, and guess what? The kite’s tangled like my headphones after a long day. I’m up there, sweating, and the kid’s just staring at me like I’m some kinda superhero. Finally, I get it down, and the kid’s all “Merci, Monsieur!” I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, I slip on a branch. Oof! Landed right on my butt. The kid laughed. I laughed. It was a moment, ya know?

Fond farewell to France by a lady of the manoir