"On the edge of the Bois de Boulogne. It was 9pm and I was passing by the train station hall of the Porte Dauphine. A face. The forehead leaned on the pane of this aquarium. After twenty years, we hadn’t changed. It was you, Charell".
"On the edge of the Bois de Boulogne. It was 9pm and I was passing by the train station hall of the Porte Dauphine. A face. The forehead leaned on the pane of this aquarium. After twenty years, we hadn’t changed. It was you, Charell".
