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Bonjour. Je devrais écrire plus souvent. Je suppose que la vie a un moyen de me distraire. Je dois écrire plus souvent.

Ah, but today I have a free day. I was thinking about walking the streets of Paris again, but there are many tourists as of now.

I was thinking of visiting Jeanne today, I haven't done that in a while. Oh... I do miss her dearly. But, I can never seem to go on my own. Whenever I go alone, I end up a weeping mess. It cannot be healthy.

I would ask another country to go along with me, but I feel so weak crying about her in front of them. They have told me about getting to close to humans, and I know, I know, but I just felt that she was... different.

I will bring some flowers and visit later today, then.

Until then,
Maybe I can make Angleterre some crème brûlée to get him on my good side. I know he gripes about my food, but it is irreversible, even he knows that.

I should be getting ready soon.

-Francis Bonnefoy