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Welcome To Paris
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2026-09-11 22:15:20Lena
Paris smelled nothing like home. I noticed that before I noticed anything else. The air carried the scent of rain, freshly baked bread, coffee, and something floral I couldn't quite identify. Cars moved along unfamiliar streets. People hurried past us speaking French, their words flowing together in a language I understood only in fragments. I stood outside
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