So when I went to buy groceries today I was surprised to see three military guys complete with rifles. I had never been gladder to have my self-declaration papers with me. Turns out they were just there to buy groceries, just like me. It’s a strange feeling to be in a Parisian suburb reaching into a display refrigerator for yogurt while a young man in full military gear and FAMAS reaches into the display refrigerator three doors down for a cold red bull.
Still no flour and now there are no eggs. There’s also a rumor they will stop selling alcohol by the end of the week. I stocked up.
Still no flour and now there are no eggs. There’s also a rumor they will stop selling alcohol by the end of the week. I stocked up.
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