Went to the fabulous Bistrot Du Coin just off of Dupont last night for french food. Sometimes evenings are just built to be perfect, like jenga towers or souffles or high heeled shoes, where they never fall or pinch, and leave the perfect taste in your mouth the next morning. Last night was a night like that. We ended up talking to the table next to us for half the evening, in between gazing out into the street, people watching, and enjoying each others company. How will I leave him?
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