I felt like a child again, gazing at this store front window. It called to me a long held fantasy of one day living free on a farm in sunny Southern France with one handsome man, and with chickens and geese and pigs all about. You know, those girly kinds of dreams. Excuse me while I blush.
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This is where it all started. I used to call it 'phim con mèo hát', which translates to 'the film of the singing cat'. *Sigh*
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