Bridget walked down the street, a notebook in her hands, her thoughts buried on her next article. She saw Blanche step in front of the car and her breathed a sigh of relief as the driver barely missed her. She walked up, concern covering her face.

"Are you alright?" Her French accent was still thick, but understandable, even after all these years she still had it.

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Se blâment, vous dupent, pour toi a cassé mon coeur ainsi beaucoup de fois que je ne peux pas trouver les morceaux.