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French Café Regrets
"That night at the nightclub," I continued, "I was intoxicated and not in control of my actions. I made a mistake, and I... regret it deeply.”
That was obviously a lie. That night was something only heaven can procure. Each memory that I gain that led to the entire moment – beginning to end – that I can now happily recall plays in my dreams every night, but I had to put an end to this immediately. This behavior that I have adapted was not good for me. It is not who I am, and I do not think it is someone I want to be either.
“I'm not that kind of girl, and I can't allow myself to be defined by that one impulsive moment."
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