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I guess that's why my mom agreed on letting me go to Paris. Even though
I'm not going by myself
my aunt is going to meet me there
since she only lives three
hours away. But still at least I have a eight hour stress free plane ride, I don't think even think I can keep

up with how excited I am. I need a break from people and stress for a while. I don't think
my parents know, but I've been having these nervous break downs lately... With my boyfriend
cheating
on me, my friends hating the real me, and my sister moving out of the house... I need a break.

So this is a fresh start and im ready!

well, I decide I will be ready when i have some caffeine in my veins, so I wonder about the airport looking for some source that carries at least a caffeine and bean mix available.

I keep wondering for about another fifteen minutes until I come upon a coffee shop
at the other side of my terminal and check the time and decided upon the fact that since I have thirty minutes left I can get my coffee and make my way back in time.

I head up to the counter and ask for a vanilla bean latte and sit at one of the three small tables in the restaurant and pull out my book (Sense and Sensibility) while waiting.

"Rosie" i hear the barista call my name and I head up to the counter, pay the owed cost and head toward the way of my terminal.

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