She thought she had said it aloud when he passed the door. Beauty wasn’t something she was used to, and he was as close to perfection as she could have dreamt. “Shoot me! Just shoot me now, and put an end to my sweet misery!” she murmured as he waved, aknowledging her presence. As…… Continue reading Out of my league…
Not an unusual sight… at least in Montréal. I mean the sign on the door. “Tirez” It always catches my eye. Most people are now oblivious to the possible misunderstanding it could provoke. Not me. Quick French class… The verb “Tirer” can mean two very different things… “to pull” or “to shoot”. Do you…… Continue reading Tirez…
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