Last night I dreamt about the Northeastern student I sometimes refer to as the love of my life, which put me in a positive mood for the day. And then he actually came into the store! And I was so excited, because we had actually built up this cool mutual acknowledgement in the hallways thing, and our eyes met, and I smiled, and he said, "can you point me in the direction of mathematics?" And a part of me died inside.
Tonight, in French class, I found the words to describe what happened. Il me vouvoie.
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