Once

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There was a time, once, when everything was fine. No, when everything was normal. I was five. Long time ago, yes, but it was a time to remember. When you think about ice cream, what does your mind wander off to? Sunny days, happy people, and nothing to worry about. Wanting to go back is the one thing I'd ever want to do. Turning down Paris for ice cream as a five year old? Yes. Exactly my point. But, what was so amazing and, oh so great about that one memory that makes me want to turn down the city of love?

  Maybe I'll explain. Maybe later.  

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