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[15 Dec 2011|07:12pm] |
from Jeremy Montsegur <jmont@montenegrou.com> to Sébastien Marceau <smarc@montenegrou.com> date Thu, Dec 15, 2011 at 5:00 PM subject Plans for Sunday?
Cher Monsieur Marceau,
That's actually about the limits of my French, I'll admit. Or shall I say, je suis vraiment désolé? I haven't forgotten I should see you Friday night, but I'm having Sunday brunch with a friend and was wondering if you don't have plans and would care to join us? It should be lovely.
Cheers, Jeremy
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[15 Dec 2011|07:13pm] |
I just had the most amusing - but also possibly strangest and most humiliating - encounter, and because of that I think I either need a big, stiff drink or some friendly advice.
As a side note, to all the gentlemen out there - if ever you decide you want to make a grand, public, showy gesture to win back the heart of the ever-supportive ladylove who you cheated on, don't do it with Beiber. Also, don't get your friends in on it, that's just not good for the friendship.
...they were really fucking good though. If I hadn't been on roller skates I might have even gotten a bit swoony.
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