It was fucking brilliant in Carcassone - the wedding, the hot hot hot hot sunny weather, the everything. Fantabulous. It was hard to leave - not that I mind going back to my job so awfully much - more that I knew I'd be heading back into the fucking, fucking cold. I nearly burst into tears when I was shivering outside the train station for a taxi last night. I was giving myself three years here, but - you know - it's fucking cold. No more promises.
Anyways, tomorrow I'll pull out a story about one of the things that happened; today I must get back to looking like I'm paying attention.
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