( that's all she writes for some time. just letting him know she's thinking, she's considering, she's trying to make sense of her own muddled thoughts on the matter, filled with bears and brothers and ducky boys.
finally, after almost a whole minute, she continues: )
It's my fear. Of not belonging in Paris. Because if I don't belong here, I don't know where to go. Isn't that sad?
( she hopes he can hear her laughter in that final sentence. she hopes he can hear the nervousness of it. )
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( that's all she writes for some time. just letting him know she's thinking, she's considering, she's trying to make sense of her own muddled thoughts on the matter, filled with bears and brothers and ducky boys.
finally, after almost a whole minute, she continues: )
It's my fear. Of not belonging in Paris. Because if I don't belong here, I don't know where to go. Isn't that sad?
( she hopes he can hear her laughter in that final sentence. she hopes he can hear the nervousness of it. )