my suitemate dropped my paris plate on the floor. it was plastic. but it shattered.
it was pink and heart-shaped and for children. it had all of the landmarks on it.
i was in love with it and every time i used it i was happy.
it was just a plate. it was a plastic plate for children.
it only cost 4e.
it was just a thing. just a plate.
why am i so sad?
i get too attached to things.
that is a fault.
it was from one of the gift shops by notre dame... my mom bought it for me. almost a year ago...
i want to go home.
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