don't you just love fairy tales? In Paris, France, the city of love, many people don't go to tour and see the Eiffel Tower. Many seek their chance at their own fairy tale. All is fair in love and war, so be quick on your feet if you want to love one that you seek. And so it began with these young individuals...
The year 2015 is around, and as far as most are concerned, there are no flying cars and alien invasions just yet. The big scare of 2012 is long past - but now, people scramble around town looking for answers to a little thing called love. Is it real? they wonder, How do I...? they ask. You are the narrator of their stories, so be quick and wise in your decisions. Don't you want them all to experience true love?
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Matthew Chase Sharpe
Surgeon
Chase
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male, straight
February 12, 1988 at 7:36am
five feet eleven inches at one-hundred fifty-seven pounds
dreamy bluish-green eyes to get lost in
silky smooth dirty blonde hair
Wavikz
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Adele Celine Laroche
Artist
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Gender : Female
Birthday : October 15th, 1992
Height : Five feet, two inches
Weight : One hundred and seventeen pounds.
Eyes : Almond-shaped & hazel
Hair : Wavy, thick & dark brown w/ light brown highlights
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Originally Posted by QueeniE*BEE
Anissa Janiqua Noir
Club DJ
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Female
April 4th, 1990
5 feet 8 inches
One hundred and thirty-nine pounds.
Distinctive almond-shaped that are dark brown but due to her colored contacts the change every week.
Short, thick and jet black hair with thin dark blue highlights added throughout
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Originally Posted by BloodyAnnebelle
Jacob teddy Felick
Almost 18
December 31st
BloodyAnnebelle
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Originally Posted by Wavikz
Neal Hunter Gillette
A Charming Criminal
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male, straight
twenty-three years of age
standing about five foot elven and a half
weighing in at a little under 150 pounds
baby blues to adore and want
chocolate brown hair to love
Wavikz
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ηιcкηαмεs: "Adie," "Dele," "Deli" gεηdεя: Female ρяεfεяεηcε: Straight αgε: Twenty-three εyε cσℓσя: Hazel нαιя cσℓσя: Dark brown with light brown highlights нειgнт/ωειgнт: Five feet, two inches / One hundred and seventeen pounds
¬ Personality: Adele has a natural charm, but lacks much charisma to back it up. She does well with most middle-aged people and children - just about everyone out of her age range. She gets easily distracted from time to time, and thus prefers not to drive, but to take the local bus. She's often got her nose in a book or is drawing.
¬ History: At the age of seven, Adele's foster parents knew she was born to be an artist. Other than being extremely good at drawing for a child of her age, she had that passion for art that few have. At five, she would admire art for hours upon end in the art shop where her biological mother used to work, and years later even attempted to re-create some of her mother's favorite pieces in her miniature sketchbook. Little Adele saw this drawing opportunity as a way to not only remember her parents, but a way to connect with her foster parents.
As Adele grew up, she got two jobs: at the art shop and one at the mall, and moved into an apartment with help from her foster parents. She sells some of her own pieces in this shop, which helps her pay for her apartment and for her college tuition. She feels something is missing in her life... But she's not exactly sure as to what.
¬ Likes: Fashion, music, drawing/painting, cooking/baking
¬ Dislikes: Imperfection (within her own work), chocolate, singing, dancing
♫ Favorite Songs: [Coming Soon]
❥ Abomination.
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[IMGRIGHT]http://i464.photobucket.com/albums/rr1/moniquevalerio03/HouseMD/397px-RobertChase.jpg[/IMGRIGHT]❥ Matthew Chase Sharpe
ηιcкηαмε: Chase gεηdεя: male ρяεfεяεηcε: straight αgε: twenty-seven εyε cσℓσя: dreamy bluish-green eyes нαιя cσℓσя: silky smooth dirty blonde нειgнт/ωειgнт: five feet eleven inches at one-hundred fifty-seven pounds
¬ Personality: What is there really to say? Chase is a hard-working male who spends all his free time working overtime. He’s a serious member of the diagnostics team and takes his job seriously. He’s a bit of a “kiss-ass” and tends to agree with the boss all too much, but Chase’s childhood influenced him to this kind of man. Nonetheless, Chase grew up an ethically moral man who refuses to let chivalry die. It’s a shame he spends all his time in the hospital, though. His social life is shot to hell.
¬ History: Money was never an issue for this guy. Everything came simply to him, so brains were on his side as well. His mother was a nurse and his father was a world-renown lawyer. Born an only child, the blonde boy spent many hours in isolation with tutors. Private schooling was necessary in his household. Overall, his childhood was good. A tad strict at times, but it was livable.
¬ Likes: Horseback riding, swimming, helping cure people, children, walking, jogging, singing, acting, and modeling
¬ Dislikes: Birds, being called a “suck-up” or “ass-kisser,” sand, babies peeing on him, and forgetting to buy his groceries
♫ Favorite Songs: He doesn’t have a favorite song, but he loves rock, alternative, country, and pop music. He also love Disney songs and musical pieces.
ηιcкηαмε: "Ani" "Sissy" and "DJ Rina" gεηdεя: Female ρяεfεяεηcε: Heterosexual αgε: Twenty-Five εyε cσℓσя: Dark brown нαιя cσℓσя: Jet black with thin dark blue highlights нειgнт/ωειgнт: Five feet eight inches || One hundred and thirty-nine pounds
¬ Personality: Anissa has an outgoing and explosive personality which is perfect for the night time crowd she hangs around. She has the ability to talk to anyone with no problem whatsoever and that has led her to having many “friends” but these friendships are shallow with no real emotion or depth to them. When she is not working or out at night she is awfully lonely and tends to spend most of her time walking around with her dog and finding obscure little alternative clothing shops. An odd quirk about her is that she has an “adult-phobia” so she tends to freeze up around people older than 40.
¬ History: Anissa was born and raised in South Korea with her older brother Caelum until she turned fifteen and her parents decided that it was time to move back the France. Caelum, who was twenty at the time, decided to stay and became a back dancer for a famous entertainment company, YG Entertainment. Moving to France was a culture shock for Anissa so she stayed her first four months in France locked in her bedroom, only coming out when she was hungry. Unfortunately this caused her to miss the first couple months of schooling leading to her being held back for that year. Her parents were greatly disappointed in her but they thankfully understood and didn’t scold her too harshly. Seeing this Anissa became determined to make them proud and during the next year she studied everyday to catch up to her classmates becoming one of the top ten in her class at the age of 17.
After high school Anissa initially went to college to study design but after meeting some people she became engrossed in the nightlife scene and dropped out only a year later when she was just turned 19. Due to this her parents kicked her out of the house and she moved in with a girl she knew who worked at a club. It was during this time that she became interested in DJing and began to learn more about it eventually becoming on herself.
¬ Likes: The Ocean, Fashion, Graffiti, Neon colors, Spicy food, Alcohol, her pet Shar Pei "Tak"
¬ Dislikes: Sour Stuff, Horror Movies, Deadlines, Smoking, being “Outdoorsy” (i.e. camping, hiking, etc.)
♫ Favorite Songs: No specific one changes almost every week.
ηιcкηαмε: Please call me Neal gεηdεя: Last time I checked I was a male... oh, good news! I still am. ρяεfεяεηcε: Women, man do I love them αgε: Twenty-three years of experience to learn from εyε cσℓσя: Mesmerizing blues, or so I'm told ;] нαιя cσℓσя: It's pretty dark... so we'll say dark brown нειgнт/ωειgнт: Standing five foot eleven inches... somewhere around one-hundred fifty
¬ Personality: Cocky, manipulative, clever, troublesome, law-breaker, and a tease. Never listens to anyone. Likes to stare a lot. He's really an emotional sweetheart, but he likes to play the role of a bad boy. Yeah... that sounds like me. Whoa, I can talk about myself in the third person... that takes skill, right?
¬ History: I'm actually a convict, but I've yet to be caught. What? You want more. Uh, ask my lawyer. I know better than to tell you my history! If I say something, you'll look it up, and then you'll make me look like a liar. Oh wait, I am a liar. Well, sometimes.
¬ Likes: Manipulating people, being deceptive, reading, learning, tinkering, acting, writing, singing, messing around, staring, being charming, etc.
¬ Dislikes: Getting caught, being kept on a short leash, and being told 'No'
♫ Favorite Songs: Anything with a beat that I can sing along with.
"Excuse me?" Adele looked up, her eyes connecting with the woman's. "I'm sorry. What was that you were looking for?" The woman shook her head slightly, but went back over a list of paintings she was searching for. "And lastly, I forget the name of the painting, but the artist is a fine one - Celine Le Blanc. Maybe you've heard of her works? This painting in particular is Autumn Breeze, or some similar-" Adele's chest swelled with pride as she cut the woman off off, "Autumn's Breath." The woman was taken aback at the intrusion, but nodded. "So you know of which I speak. I will offer up to fifty thousand francs for that painting alone."
Adele suppressed a gasp. The art shop she worked in was legendary, an expensive one, and earned much over fifty thousand francs per month at that, but the thought that her paintings would be sold for the pricce of fifty thousand francs... it was too much to bear! She would have thought it would have only run for ten thousand francs, at the most! She excused herself to seek out the paintings the woman required, bringing them all back except for hers alone. She then went to the back room and searched under the name 'Celine Le Blanc,' which was her pen name. She had used her middle name along with her mother's maiden name to create it, and it rolled perfectly, sounding just like a French artist. She brought the painting out to the woman with care, helping her load the paintings into the back of her car. The woman then paid, and Adele looked over the sum of money when the woman had left - about one hundred thousand francs, and her painting was half that price. She was absolutely pleased with herself.
[IMGLEFT]http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l26/Jiaryn/Icons/Dr.jpg[/IMGLEFT][IMGLEFT]http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g100/in_sirius_love_with_depp/TV/markers.png[/IMGLEFT][IMGLEFT]http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g162/Bongun17/Avatars%20by%20Shinigami/oops.png[/IMGLEFT]Strolling down the foreign street, the blonde's eyes fell onto a building that was in his line of fire. It was about a mile and a half away, but Chase knew stretching his legs would be good. No, great. Being cooped up on that plane was nerve-racking and oddly painful. Although, Chase was never a fan of flying nor was he a fan of sitting for long periods of time.
When he finally reached his destination, his eyes drifted over to a woman outside a shop. It was an odd sight, but he supposed it was normal for this section of the world. Chase was never really a fan of buying rare art, but the scene that unfolded before him couldn't make the man wonder why someone would dare spend that kind of money on something so... fragile.
As the car drove away, Chase took a firm step toward the woman that remained. "Uhh, excuse me," Chase said with a small smile. "I couldn't help but wonder which artist painted that piece. And, if by any chance, if you might have some more by said person."
To this woman's ears, Chase's accent should have been a bit different. He was neither English nor French. In fact, Chase wasn't even Italian or Hispanic. Russian, Austrian, and German were Chase Sharpe's roots. But, with his wealth, the young male was privileged enough to study abroad in the United States of America. Upon his return back to Germany, the male began to pick up his old accent.
"Oh. I'm not looking to buy. I was just curious. I'm not trying to cause any trouble. I'm merely looking for... well, anything to do." His pale eyes met with hers, but then retreated back to his feet. "Sorry" he whispered lightly just before he took a step toward the right.
Adele turned to the man, taking a quick second to analyze his accent. Foreigner, it screamed, but Adele couldn't exactly place it. "The painting? Which one? You don't mean by Celine Le Blanc?" She waited for a reply, then noticing that he was rather close to her. As he took a step back, she took a smaller step forward. "We may not have any more by that artist until well after this month... Oh," she added, when he told her he wasn't looking to buy. "Come in, then. A lot of people come to just view the art." She then turned to open the door, taking a step into the entrance, but holding the door for him.
A small grin swept over his face when the female held the door open for him. It was welcoming and sweet to know that someone, a complete stranger, would open her doors to him.
With a light head bob, he walked into the shop and neatly toppled the woman over as his eyes widened with awe. "Y-y-you work here? This is... amazing." Never in his life had Chase seen so many wondrous pieces of artwork. "On second thought, I might just have to buy something." Turning to the woman, Chase spoke. "What do you recommend I buy?"
Adele smiled. "It's amazing, isn't it?" She grinned when he said he may have to buy a piece. "If you wait for ten minutes, on my break, I can show you to the back room with all the better pieces. Of course, some of these aren't as tasteful of the ones out here, which are pretty much amazing to everyone. That's why they're in the back, because some people find them offensive. We do have a website, though, so you can view all of the paintings there," she explained, noticing she was talking a bit more with him than she usually would. She was better with older adults, and anyone out of her age range. He looked to be around twenty-five, and she had trouble keeping her voice at the same level because of the fact. She made sure the door was shut tight after he entered. "Sorry. Nothing personal, but these doors are getting old. When it rains, if they're not shut properly, it leaks. Hopefully it doesn't though, but it looks like it might," she said, looking up at the clouds.
The more she talked, the more Chase smiled. It was cute how she rambled with joy about the painting and artwork. "Sure, I can wait ten minutes. Would you mind if I just looked about?" When she brought up the weather and her door, Chase frowned. "I wish I was a mechanic, but I am not. I'm just a doctor. So doors aren't my specialty. But, if it makes you feel any better, I think the rain would be nice. From the look of things, it seems like it hasn't rained in a while. Besides, it'll cool the place down some."
Pushing his blonde hair back, Chase examined a piece of work. The more he looked at it, the more he realized it wasn't right for him. "So, I'm not much of a money spender, but I don't feel this piece if right for me. I feel like I need something... relaxing. I have a depressing job... every now and again, I have to break open a case of bad news. I would prefer not to have some... morbid or horrid piece in my suite."
Adele smiled, leading him over to another painting. "This one is by Johannes Fitzroy. He made abstract pieces, often using brighter colors, like soft reds, yellows, pinks, and his favorites, pastel green and blue. I find this one of his happier pieces, and the longer I look at it the more relaxed I feel. However, that's just me. The piece itself is ten thousand francs, or two thousand dollars in US monies."
His head shook lightly. "I see enough reds and pinks. Heck, I'm even sick of yellow. Purples, blues, and greens. Now those are colors I don't see every day. I wouldn't mind a piece of work with those co-c-c-co-colors. Really? only two thousand? Huh. I guess I'm richer than I thought. Erm... not trying to boast or anything."
Taking a step around a little pile up of pieces, he found a small little picture. It was of a woman sitting on a swing surrounded by a field of purple flowers under a brilliant blue sky. "This one," he said clutching the little five by seven frame in his hands. "I'll buy this one."
Adele laughed, her accent making it all the cuter. "That one's a little more than the other one I showed you. Can you handle around three thousand, Mr. Rich Guy?" She asked, leading him back to the counter. The little light on the register blinked 11,000 as she scanned the bar on the back of the painting, but she covered it with her hand. "It shows francs," she explained, "but soon every shop will have to switch to euros. New law," she said with a sigh.
"Oh boy," he said trying to act flustered. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to afford it for... what was that... 11 thousand dollars?" Winking, his nose wrinkled at the bridge between his eyes. As he did so, his cheek muscles flexed. "But, even if it was that much, I could still afford it. Shhhh, don't tell the owner of this shop, but I make that kind of money as a bonus. Well, I guess not make. It's like a 'free' load just dumped on me."
Moving in closer to her, Chase whispered lightly, "If only I knew when she got off shift. I might take her out to dinner. Ya know, to show her how this Mr. Rich Guy likes to spend his money 'n all. But, alas, I do not know her hours. I guess, if all else fails, I'll come back tomorrow." With each word articulated flawlessly, Chase shifted his weight some to ease out his wallet. Flipping down a blue credit card, he flashed the girl his perfect, white smile. "Actually, I think I'll write a check. I need to practice my John Hancock. The piece of plastic should be used for... a dinner date."
She accepted his card, looking at it for a minute before smiling, and swiped it, pushing a pad to him, which blinked the words, "Entrez le code PIN" to which she translated, "
Enter your pin code. Sorry, everything is in French here. It's a pain having to explain most of it to the dumber American tourists."
As he began to rant, Adele smiled. "Eleven thousand francs. Three thousand U.S. dollars. And that," she said, pointing behind her to the wall, to a picture with a larger, hairier woman, "is Beatrice, the actual owner. I'm just out here for play, you could say," she laughed, waiting for his expression as she handed his card back. She checked her watch. "If you're that eager to take her out, my break is now. The list with all of our hours is in the back room. Come now," she said, pulling off her name tag and pressing a button behind the counter to lock the outer doors.
"Well then, today must be my lucky day," Chase said taking his purchase and looped it around his arm. With the bag hanging gracefully down, his bright eyes looked up into hers. "So you must be an amazing French translator. Perhaps you could teach me a few words, ya know, to help me get by."
His free hand dropped into his pocket to stop the ceaseless buzzing that came from his vibrating phone. "Heh, sorry about that. I have to keep this on at all times. I'm on stand by should anything go wrong down at the hospital." He paused to look at his watch. "I'm not a full-time employee there, but I'm acting as a consultant. I haven't figured out where I would like to stay. France is nice and all, but I can't speak the language... well, not yet."
Walking with her, he watched as the doors closed. It was almost like being trapped, or at least that's what he thought. Scolding himself mentally, Chase vowed to cut back on his crime show watching. After all, what would this woman have to gain by locking him in her art shop. She knew nothing about what he carried on his person. For all she knew, he had a gun. Granted, he didn't, but she didn't know that.
Adele smiled. "Actually, most French are multi-lingual, so you won't have a very hard time. If you need help with anything that might be a French name or the streets, you'll probably want to ask if they speak English first, because even though most of us do, we're very proud of our language and a lot of people think that foreigners should at least try - they did come to study us, after all." She paused when she reached the door and placed her hand on the little wall-pad, then entered her birthday and pin number on a pin pad. The doors opened, and she nodded for Chase to go inside. "If you ever need help from anyone, just ask, 'Parlez-vous anglais.'"
She dismissed his phone's vibrations, and instead asked, "What is it that you do, exactly?"
His head bobbed some as she spoke. He was making mental notes. When the foreign words slipped over her tongue, Chase had to do a double take. "Uhhh. How did you say that? Paralyze-voy ah angel? And what does that even mean? Paralyzed by an angel?" His brow cocked. "I'm no angel, sweetheart. Perhaps for some people I am, but I'm a double-edged sword. I can save some, but it's at the cost of losing others. Life and death are the two cards I play. Thankfully, life seems to be on my side eight out of ten times."
When she asked for his job, he thought about skipping it. But he feared she might think he was a morgue owner. "I'm a surgeon. I'm the head consultant for the large hospital down the way. I, more or less, help them figure out what's wrong with people. My specialty is infectious diseases, but I also love helping in the OR." He smiled and looked over at her. "So are you just a store worker? Or do you have some other side jobs?"
Laughing, Adele explained, "It means, 'Do you speak English?' in French. Parlez-vous anglais," she said again, but slower so that he could catch on to the syllables. "It sounds different when I say it versus you saying it because you have that American accent." She smiled and led him past the basic paintings and to the more complex ones. She thought that maybe she was laughing too much. She seemed to enjoy herself around this man - hopefully he didn't turn out to be some crazy sex offender or something. She sighed, and then excused herself because he might think that she was sighing at him.
"A surgeon? That's actually quite interesting. I myself was thinking about going to medical school, but I then realized that art was my passion. I'm a college student and I have some of my own pieces as well that are sold here. I'm not going to tell you my pen name, though. That you get to find out for yourself." As she spoke, she bumped into a table with some of the more delicate paintings lying on top of it, knocking most of the twenty-something paintings on the floor. "Oh! Pas encore!" she screamed in her anger, moving to pick up the paintings and pile them back how they were. "Je fais toujours ça, chaque fois que je viens ici pour obtenir quelque chose! Bah!"
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Oh! Pas encore! ~ Oh! Not again!
Je fais toujours ça, chaque fois que je viens ici pour obtenir quelque chose! Bah! ~ I always do this, every time I come in here to get something! Bah!
The pavement seemed so empty even though it was filled with people. Couples actually. Her eyes were solid and cemented to the ground. She passed an art shop but went to the store that was beside it. A book store. A girl started to speak to her but not in French it sounded like spanish and Jacob could really only speak french. It was kind of hard for her to not speak it.
"Je ne sais pas ce que vous parlons" Jacob spoke with a smile that looked more like a frown. Sighing Jacob took a seat and a man asked her in english what the store was called. Jacob never really paid any attention to the store name she just knew it was filled with books. "Je ne sais pas." Jacob smiled and spoke again in english. "Sorry, I said I don't know. Its a habit that I have." Her french accent kicked in. The man gave her a weird look and left the store. Jacob looked a bit confused but shook her and peered down the aisles. Grabbing one of her favorite books called La fin de poèmes. Jacob started to sing,
"Veuillez cuya congé je veux que vous restiez me donner ce que vous voulez me donner ce que vous devez je vais faire tout juste pour vous" She was a nerd like that. Dancing and singing in book stores even though pretty much everyone stared at her as if she were crazy.
Morning light shone through Anissa’s large bedroom window of her loft apartment. The smell of the coffee drifted into the room and she stirred, black and clue hair completely mussed from sleep. A heavy weight on her back prevented her from moving further and a cold wet nose nuzzled into her neck causing Anissa to give a squeak and push the heavy Shar Pei off of her. Sitting up she moved off and into her bathroom to get ready for the day. About two hours later she was dressed and was currently putting on her make-up which consisted for dark purple eye shadow, lost of black eyeliner and mascara plus some lip-gloss. Looking in the mirror she gave a quick smile before glancing down at her watch “We’re making good time today, aren’t we Tak?” she said aloud to her dog, who just tilted his head and looked at her. Smiling at him she grabbed his leash and walked downstairs grabbing a handful of fliers along the way.
Today Anissa would be passing out fliers as advertisement for the club she was working at. Taking advantage of that, Anissa would also be passing out fliers in hope of a potential roommate to share the loft with seeing as her last one ran off and eloped with their boyfriend. Downstairs she grabbed her bag and tripled checked to make sure she had everything before hooking Tak’s leash to her harness and walking out of the door and onto the street. The first place she decided to go to was the book store a couple of streets away as they had a bulletin board up for people to place announcements on. The afternoon sun was high up but the wind kept everything nice and cool. 10 minutes have passed and Anissa was at the book store, unfortunately they had a 'no pets allowed' policy so she had to tether Tak up outside. "I'll only be gone a couple of minutes, okay?" Tak seemed to understand her as he lay down on the cool sidewalk. Anissa gave him a treat before opening the door to the bookstore and walking in, the bells above announcing her presecne to the rest of the store.
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"Oh. Wow. Well, that's embarrassing," his face flushed as he turned to look away in shame. "Yeah, you see, I was never good at this French thing. Oh wow. That came out wrong, too. I mean, I'm an okay French kisser and all, or so I'm told. Wait, you don't need to know that. Well, anyways, I like French men. I mean woman. I mean...."
Saved by the paintings! Exhaling, he looked as the woman bent over to pick up the pieces she just knocked down. Rather than offering to help, Chase was still hiding his red-toned cheeks. "Uh, I would help, but you seem to know how to organize them. W-would you mind if I just... ran away and never came back?" Innocent eyes were followed by a hesitant shrug. "I seem to be making a fool of myself around you. I would prefer to save the last threads of dignity I have. I don't want you to think I'm some baffling buffoon or something. Or worse. A guy that can't hold a decent conversation with the opposite sex." A small sigh drifted from his lips.
"So, dinner at seven?" His eyes met hers as his blush started to fade. "I'll try working on that French thing. I think I know, nice to meet you in French. Je t'aime, right? Or is that it's time for tea? If it were German or Russian I would be okay, but no, it has to be French. Why do people in France speak French? German is much simpler. Ich mag Sie, lässt sich uns wieder treffen."
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Je t'aime - I love you. XD Ich mag Sie, lässt sich uns wieder treffen - I like you, let us meet again. ;]
