I have a story. You're going to love it. Last night, my mother went to dinner at a French restaurant in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I went to a French restaurant in Avignon, France. We compared notes to-day, and as it turns out, we both got French Onion Soup! (though in France they just call it Onion Soup).
It was amazing.
Then I walked on the Pont D'Avignon, but did not have enough friends to dance en rond.
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