I didn’t buy a return ticket to Paris. It wasn’t intentional. It was more logistical. See, I knew I’d be in California for at least a few weeks and then me, sis, bro-in-law and nephew were all probably going to fly to NY for Passover and, presumably—eventually—I’d return to Paris sometime end of April. I just wasn’t sure of the date yet. But then. Well,
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