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Après midi a Paris.
That's my dream, my desire. After listening to said song, I've been having lovely dreams about taking a stroll in 1800s Paris with my partner in the afternoon, dressed in a silky, lacey, bell-shaped dress that hovers just below my knees in a fashion that embellishes life itself.
Après midi a Paris, I hear it calling. I wonder when I will meet this dreamed reality.
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Après Midi a Paris (An Afternoon in Paris) - A Malice Mizer Fanfiction
FanfictionAprès midi a Paris. That's my dream, my desire. After listening to said song, I've been having lovely dreams about taking a stroll in 1800s Paris with my partner in the afternoon, dressed in a silky, lacey, bell-shaped dress that hovers just below...
