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So will your father object to me? Because I'm not American? I mean, not fully American? He's not one of those mad, patriotic nuts,is he?"
"No.He'll love you, you make me happy.He's not always so bad."
St. Clair raises his dark eyebrows.
"I know! But I said He still is the majority of the time.It's just...he means well. He thought he was doing good,sending me here."
"And was it? Good?"
"Look at you,fishing for compliments."
"I wouldn't object to a compliment."
I play with a strand of his hair. "I like how you pronounce 'banana.' And sometimes you trill your I love that."
"Bri
liant," he whispers in my ear. "Because I've spent loads of time practicing."
My room is dark,and Etienne wraps his arms back around me.We listen to the opera singer in a peaceful silence.I'm surprised by how much I'll miss France. Atlanta was home for almost eighteen years,and though I've only know Paris for the last nine months,it's changed me.I have a new city to learn next year,but I'm not scared.
Because I was right.For the two of us, home isn't a place.It's a person.
And we're finally home.

( Stephanie Perkins )
[ Anna and the French Kiss ]
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