Monsieur, how do you be..happy?

Monsieur, how do you be..happy?

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Okay, let me explain. I was sitting doing my homework, more like, staring at my homework and thinking about something else, and then this voice in the back of my head kept asking me how to never be sad, monsieur. Like a kid in France I have no fucking idea why, I was daydreaming man and after that im like, idk, monsieur, monsieur, how do you not be sad anyway? So I wrote a story repeating the word monsieur 50x even though the character speaks perfect English and even has the English slang and absolutely no hint of French in their speech of personality. I don't know man, no one else except me will see this anyway the stories on my wattpad are reject stories "Roxy, why do you publish the reject stories instead of the good ones?" "Man, I haven't written the good ones yet" -a conversation that happened with myself.
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