WTF Belleville - Part 1
The Last Metro
The loud breathing, light footsteps, and shouts sparked an instinctive wave of panic deep in the pit of my stomach. As people pushed past me to gain access to the metro entrance, I began running, too.
Moments before, I’d stumbled downhill from the West African grocery in the rue Piat, fighting my beery fog as I left the party. The slight chill in the Sep…
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