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The coldest winter in Paris has just ended.
It’s been 15 years since I came here to start a new life. I wanted change, so I’ve to forget everything back home, even the most beautiful memories like my dog, Chico, and my bike. I miss my little brother, Enzo. And I realized, I miss Carrie.
But when I moved to get myself a cup of coffee, I saw another man, half-naked, sharing my bed. I sit by the window with a mug of coffee and see the first hint of sunlight. Spring in Paris is just perfect.
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