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Now a lot of people have tried to guess who I am, it's usually the "stuck up rich girl who got everything handed to her." It's the truth. It's not like I didn't want to stand on my own, it's just that my entire life I let my parents convince me I was crazy and couldn't do anything on my own. So I had to, I had to get away because I just knew there was something more for me in Paris... or perhaps someone. "This is the love story I've been waiting for..." "That one-of-a-kind fairytale princess dream..." Clyde grabbed my hand and brought me closer to the edge. The view was breathtaking, I couldn't do anything but stare. I felt as if all of my senses became heightened. I could smell the food from miles away, see people walking the streets, and hear the sounds of late-night street performers. Just then I realized that Clyde had let go of my hand, and I turned to see him down on one knee...
Meeting The Stranger
