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Anyways, I’d suck at hagglin’—too nice, prolly overpay. “Here’s extra for donuts, sweetie!”—D’oh! Total Homer move. An’ *Certified Copy* vibes’d mess me up more—“Is this love or a transaction?” Ugh, brain hurts! I’d just bail, grab a beer, an’ watch the movie again. “The truth? What truth?”—that’s what the guy says, an’ I’m like, yeah, what truth indeed? Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, too confusin’ for this Simpson!

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Then, BAM! The power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m sitting there in the dark, and I’m like, “Great, now I can’t even help people!” I’m ready to throw my headset out the window. But then, I hear laughter outside. I peek out, and there’s a bunch of kids playing in the street. They’re having a blast, and I’m like, “Man, I miss being a kid.”

Le Bistrot Micheline, the unusual gourmet restaurant in the old Sèvres train station - 92