ça a coûté les yeux

2€ orange, you disappoint me.

pretty paper, at the rue mouffetard primeur.
i was being superficial, took you home, because you were pretty.
how could i know, you were empty on the inside?

leçon 2: it's never too late to say no. i was speaking with a friend about that too-late-feeling one has as a foreigner in Paris. after my 2€ orange, i will not be taken advantage of.

*pretty paper softens the blow.

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