The one.
Raining days, shadows of the city.
My favourite child.
It was not myself at all.
Highschool years.
Memories of the neighbourhood. (Ginette rules)
It smells like fall.
Our parking - the place to be ourselves.
Vieilles photos de 2008, nostalgie d'elle et moi, du soleil et de nos broutations extrêmes.
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