Getting over heartbreak in Paris

I think I must be the saddest girl in Paris.

I wonder how many people are heartbroken at any given time, and a Google search tells me 14%. I look up the population of Paris and do the math. So there may be 279,999 others within these city limits. The clouds overtaking my brain insist I am feeling the worst of all of them.

But no, I was sadder yesterday, I reason with myself. So perhaps there is another girl out there today who is feeling as bad as I did yesterday. Just one sleep, and already things are a bit better.

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