How An American Teen Speaks French
I just flew in from Denver and boy, are my arms tired! Guck, guck, guck. On our flight last night to Virginia, Sissy got stuck behind the drink cart with a French guy. (Uh, ok. That whole description made me feel super yucky for a sec.) But how did you know he was French? Sissy: … Continue reading How An American Teen Speaks French
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