It’s not. It’s gone.
I must have left it on the train. Or in the Alps. Or in Paris. It’s probably partying it up with my camera.
I have looked everywhere. I wish Becca were here to help me, but she’s too busy traipsing through the countryside with Harold.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! France has not only stolen my camera, my walking capability, my potential flings, and my happiness, but it has now stolen my guava!
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A Nice Fling is Hard to Find
Teen FictionLindsay is on a summer teen tour to France and she's determined to have a fling before she comes home. And not with a fellow American. No, she's only considering boys with foreign accents. Will she find her Jacques or Jean-Claude who will look deep...
