(amazing < Amazing < AMAZING < AH-MAZING) Ok, not that amazing. But Dad says our cousins are coming over for a visit. You see, Dad has these snobby socialite sisters. Top class, and all that jazz. They're triplets. (Yep, Dad only had two years of freedom before his crazy sissies were born.) They know we live in Europe, but they think we're a 'highly established family' that lives in 'high society Paris'. I'm guessing they don't know Luci & I don't go to school or that Dad is a temp. The best is Chiswick. Kay? Oh, or that we travel.) But any who, they have these kids, my cousins. Obviously. That was implied. THEY are actually nice. But the triplets and their children are going to stay over at our 'apartment' in Paris for a week or two.
Dad says once they leave we can all have a spa day at Nice, so the ride should be two hours on a plane. On car, it's about 8 to 9 hours. D: BORING CAR RIDES SUCK! Sorry, I had to. Well they'll be here in a few hours, so I'll update you then.
Ciao for now, Olivia.
Dad says once they leave we can all have a spa day at Nice, so the ride should be two hours on a plane. On car, it's about 8 to 9 hours. D: BORING CAR RIDES SUCK! Sorry, I had to. Well they'll be here in a few hours, so I'll update you then.
Ciao for now, Olivia.
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