I know who I am. I am not perfect. I'm not the most beautiful woman in the world. But I'm one of them.
It is true that women in Paris never put on make-up. It shocked me when I first got there - then I realised how much I liked it.
Animals in general have sparked a weird depression in me, because as much as I tried, I couldn't layer a personality over them. You know what I mean? I would stare at the cows, and I would sing to the cows, and they would always just look at me blankly.
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