“I’m trying to figure out what happened to my brother and I don’t need some silly American woman with man problems fucking everything up. I didn’t ask you to come with me!”
“Man problems?” My face was flaming.
“It’s written all over you. You’re mistrustful and uptight and angry. You’re here in Paris, the most beautiful city in the world, yet you wouldn’t know joie de vivre if it bit you in the ass. You may as well have ‘I’ve been dumped’ tattooed on your forehead. You’re so miserable and sorry for yourself it’s pathetic!”
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