I went to Paris to meet a girl called Monica. I’ve never forgotten it. She was a dancer from Spain. I met her at a wedding in Barcelona where the groom was the only person I knew. We really got on, Monica and me...
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11.09.18Lost in the LouvreShort Story
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04.06.18Land DealShort Story
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03.16.17Letters HomeShort Story
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05.19.16Man and BirdShort Story
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10.23.15DollsShort Story
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