'Parisian food is to die for' - you wrote. 'Even the rain tastes of fine château wine. I am poisoning myself in style. Boring does not exist here....
Silken fingers flow into mine tender hands caress my cheek your mesmerising voice drifts across my senses, as rain drops cling...
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