When I was a young girl growing up

When I was a young girl growing up in France I was obsessed with the English language and America, as many of you probably know.  I used to love hearing stories from my father… I used to love stories (and perhaps a reason why I love blogging… I love retelling.) Regardless. One of my favorite things was hearing how France gave the U.S. the statue of liberty as a gift.

One day, I wrote a long story about a french man who loved in Paris and a American woman in NYC.  He missed her so much he carved the SoL in her image, as a gift to her.

Maybe I’ve always destined to be a Sugar Baby. 😛

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