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The Louvre!

        When I woke up Gibbs had already left and came back from the Eiffel Tower. I guess the view was amazing! I was kind of jealous but I'd say my night out was worth. Mariah however was still in bed and she woke she was a zombie. After a very long morning of getting ready we briefed Gibbs on the night before and made the decision to head to the Louvre. It was at this point where Mariah and Gibbs both started to notice weird bumps on their bodies. They almost looked bed bug bites but they were smaller and after a thorough inspection of the blankets we couldn't find anything. Weird!  The Louvre wasn't that hard to find! Finally a location where we didn't have to go through hell to get to! And the best part was there was no line! That's right folks! No line at the Louvre in tourist season! God bless. It was huge! Way bigger than I thought, we only ended up doing 1 wing out if the whole thing and it still took us a good 2-3 hours. Of course we did the wing with the Mona Lisa. It was cool to see but in reality all you really see is the gigantic crowd massing around the Mona Lisa. With a little bit of time left  in the day we decided to skip the other 3 wings and try and squeeze in the Notre Dame. Luckily for us the Notre Dame is just down the street from the Louvre. On our way there we got to pass the Lock Bridge. It's just a normal old bridge but covered in locks and I don't mean like a few locks here and there I mean covered! Apparently they had to start cutting off the locks because they were affecting the structural integrity of the bridge. That's a lotta locks! After passing over the bridge we were greeted with the Notre Dame. It was pretty awesome! Personally I'd say the cathedral in Spain was nicer (can't remember the name at the moment) but it was still pretty amazing none the less. It was a pretty quick trip considering at this point Mariah hit full hangover and needed to pass out! That and it was getting pretty late.         There was a metro station right by the cathedral that made everything easier. Once we returned home we figured it was time to laundry considering we were sniff testing our clothes every morning to see what we could wear! We all decided to chill at the laundry mat down the road and chat up while the laundry was being done. It was during this chat that we decided else needed to start living a little cheaper with home cooked meals and such. So I took upon myself to cook Gibbs and I some ramen noodles with fried sausage. The taste of ramen noodles brought me back to my university days! Mariah on the other hand just said screw it and ate out by herself. By the time I finished cooking the meals Gibbs had returned with our clothing, perfect timing! Dinner is served. I honestly thought it tasted like crap but I guess Gibbs liked it. During dinner we sat down with a guy who apparently worked for Microsoft. They put him up in Paris for a few days for work which was pretty cool. The weird thing is this guy finished half a loaf of bread making whip cream and Nutella sandwiches while we were sitting with him. Good I'd imagine but just that for supper? Anyway after that we all decided it was time to pass out because we had a train in the morning. Successful last day in Paris!

Justin: did as Luke as him to do and retrieved his journal from the Barbuke household. It took a little while for him to find it because he didn't know where Luke kept it. Once he found it he took it and walked out of the house, locking it up with his spare key. He then got into the car and drove off to the hospital. One he gets to the hospital, he parks his car, gets out with the journal, and walks into the building. He checks in with the front desk and they give him a wristband and he makes his way to Luke's room. Once he gets to the room, he knocks on the open door before walking in, gaining a smile. "Hey there, Lu." he said, holding the journal up so Luke could see it. "I've got your journal."

Eu ando chorando muito por você, e você não da a mínima para mim, eu cansei de tudo, você só me faz mal, e eu não aguento mais chorar por você, é você não me faz bem mesmo , você apenas me faz ficar triste e chorar, mas,  se você descobrir você vai falar “que idiota”, sei que você não gosta de mim, mas eu não posso fazer nada eu me apaixonei por você,  e sei que se eu disser que te esqueci mesmo não tendo esquecido você vai falar que foi um peso tirado das tuas costas e eu irei te falar eu na verdade, a idiota foi eu por me apaixonar por um idiota que nem você e que o peso que foi tirado das costas não foi das suas e sim das minhas e que eu não gosto mais de você,  mas na real eu te amo, e você não sabe quanto, você Pode ser o maior idiota do mundo ganhar até um prêmio, que eu acho merecido mas, isso não vai importar pra mim, porque? Porque eu te amo e fim, ponto final, eu sou uma completa idiota por me apaixonar por você mais é a verdade e eu não consigo esquecer você, então eu sou uma idiota apaixonada, e é por você, eu te amo.

Depois responda-me,se tudo isso não é o grande sonho de toda garota ter… Um namorado que te ame verdadeiramente,que expresse todo seu sentimento por você, que não tenha medo, nem vergonha de dizer que te ama mais que tudo na frente dos seus amigos, que você não precise dizer que sente falta de ouvir um EU TE AMO, que ele fale em qualquer momento, que independente de datas especiais te dê ursinhos e coisas fofas, que saiba seu nome completo, seu estilo, sua personalidade, sua cor preferida, sua data de aniversário , que não tenha medo de contar aos pais que te ama, e que esta “junto” com você.E que, principalmente, na hora de dizer adeus a todo o amor vivido entre os dois,não saia falando que você beijava mal, e que na verdade ele nunca te amou, e sim diga, que um dia ele te amou sim, que não fale que apenas ficou com você para contar mais uma nos dedos, e que sempre, você possa continuar dizendo que o ama como amigo ou melhor MELHOR amigo, que possa abraçá-lo normalmente, e dizer que independente de tudo que aconteça ele estará sempre em seu coração, e que você e ele possam sempre contar um com o outro em todos os momentos e compartilharem segredos entre si. E agora, isso não é o sonho de toda garota?