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you were a french girl, and had grown up in the heart of it all. paris. you were used to tourists and people asking about which restaurants were the best, where things you, etc. however, one man, who as arrogantly american, but seemed to be really intrigued by french culture, had asked if you could show him around - of course, he was too handsome to say no (and it wasn't like you had anything to do that day either).

"france is very beautiful," marlon, you learned his name by then, said after a few moments of the two of you just walking down the paris streets. "not quite as beautiful as you. but, i suppose it comes close."