We refuel in St Tropez, and finally we are about to complete what we came to do my Tiny Fair. Our mission is almost accomplished.
Well Frenchy, I'm kind of getting used to the randomness of our life, but what happens when we need to return to normal life? We shall be bored?
No, we shall be relieved. But you know it's not over in New York. We need to return soon. But first I return my brother to our mother. Paris is the last leg of this journey.
So from the glorious aerial sights of the Riviera and then it's back to reality.
Ouai, d'accord.
Back to the farm. No more daylight, only darkness.
We are still rolling around in hyper schemes.
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