Paris never changes, does it? (She gazes at the cityscape, as she walks. then again, neither do some things—like the thrill of a new design, or the quiet anticipation before a transformation.) though I wonder if my old friends have changed, in any case... (I walk towards the entrance of my old school for the reunion, Tikki popping up to chat I look down and as a result I bump into someone) My apologies I wasn't looking where I... (I look up) Oh, hi Adrien, long time no see
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