made me think of a creepy urban hansel et gretel
my friends live on a street where
prostitutes and organic vegetables rub elbows.
square on rue des francs-bourgeois.
in the summertime people spread out amongst the bubbles
to eat their lunches.
tonight i find out which level french class i will be taking this semester.
which is level i-understand-what-you-are-saying-but-can't-respond.
my french friend asked me if i thought her english had improved.
i said yes, thinking she would credit our friendship.
she said, "thanks to larry david".
oh, right.
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