June 30, 2013
It's 12:58. I'm on the train. It's supposed to
arrive at Vernon at 1:04. Someone from Le Jardin des Plumes is supposed to be
there to pick me up. I don't know who. I don't know what they'll look like. I
don't know if they know what I look like. I don't know if they know anything
about me. I don't know if they think I speak French fluently, or if they know
I'm American, or...or if they're going to be nice. My stomach feels kind weird.
I'm terrified out of my mind. I'm standing right next to the exit but I got my
computer out to write. Because this is so scary. Jeezus. Wish me luck. Here I
go. It's 1:00. Four minutes.
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