Perrie laid on her bed in her house, a place she saw less and less of these days, with her back against her sheets and her eyes to the ceiling.
She recalled sophomore year French class when her teacher taught everyone that "souvenirs" was a French word that translates directly to "memories" in English. Another example of a beautiful ideal butchered by American English and it's transient culture.
The idea struck her, and she indulged in the thought.
Clearly, at one point, the word was meant to give a name to objects that we keep as keys to unlock events we want to remember most. Not a shot glass or a t-shirt or a snow globe, that's what the word has been watered down to.
No.
A shell from a beach, a dried flower, a scrap of confetti paper, a picture, a broken zipper, a scrunchie, candy bar wrapper; those are real "souvenirs."
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