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One of the best, best moments of my Paris trip...
Was buying a piping hot honey crepe about 2 blocks down the street from Notre Dame, in the freezing cold (in fact I think that was the day it hailed, the day before or after the day it snowed), and just feeling the honey just, warm me up... then drinking the excess runoff honey from the little plastic napkin/pouch thing.
Soooo good.
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not really back, you didn't see me, i was never here shhhhhh
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