Adventures of a Singlista: Lovesick in Paris

I was lovesick when I left Paris. As I boarded the plane back to New York, I laughed at the irony. I was out the night before until 6:30 in the morn with my girl Dawanna, who joined me for my last few days on vacation. True, I was being separated from the city in which I'd developed a schoolgirl crush, but I was also sick, literally...
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