France Somehow, my grandmother decided that she wanted to go the France. However, she didn't want to go to Paris until mid February. France was bordering my backyard, so in the night we snuck in to the Border Patrol Station, and we showed them our passports. My brother (who in real life doesn't have one) drew all over his, and they still let him in. Fragments I was eating in New York with some political figures.
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