An old girlfriend

I confess – I once loved France. At one point, I would have gone back to Marianne back in an instant, as abject as a dog rescued from death in the pound; at another, I would have gladly strangled her with her own hair. For more conflicted love and hatred, try Elvatoloko, a young man from France now in the USA. Not a clue what the blog title is supposed to mean.

4 thoughts on “An old girlfriend”

  1. Why don’t you like France anymore? It totally rocks–best food, wine, and general attitude I’ve seen. I’ll take Paris, France over Paris, Kentucky anytime.

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