And so, on this day, the birthday trip begins. There was, I think, a plan to go to Dover today to see my parents who had recently achieved their silver wedding anniversary, but my girlfriend didn't want to go, for some reason. In fact, I think there was an argument between us. I think at one point she wasn't going to come to Paris. We neither of us were going to go. I think it was this day when instead of preparing to go, we shouted and fumed and retreated into our separate areas of the bedroom in silence resigned to a non-holiday.
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