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could remind me who I used to be before my life was flipped upside down. I reached for the phone and dialed Katie’s number.
    “Hey,” I croaked into the receiver.
    “Charlotte!” she practically screamed. “How are you? How’s Paris? I miss you!”
    “Well, things started off with quite a bang . . . Luc, my French neighbor, just left my room, and I’m pretty sure he won’t be coming back anytime soon.”  
    “What? What time is it there? Isn’t it like really early in the morning?”
    “Yeah, it’s five a.m. here.”
    Katie laughed. “What is going on? You just got there! Who in the hell is Luc?”
    I proceeded to give Katie the whole Luc story, being careful not to miss the half-naked shower encounter, the embarrassing drunken cry and the near-sex disaster.
    “Is he cute?”
    “Yeah, he’s definitely a looker. But, now that I’ve made a complete fool out of myself, I doubt we’ll be spending any more time together . . . well, not that it matters anyway.”
    “You did just break up with Jeff a couple of days ago. I’m glad you found someone to distract you, but you might want to give yourself some time to get over things, you know?”
    “I know, I know. I was a total, drunken disaster. I really hope I don’t run into him again in the shower or something.”
    “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve had a terrible week. I think you need to get some rest and maybe take things a little slower from here on out.”
    “Katie, what am I doing here? Do you think I made the right choice? Moving to Paris by myself? I miss you, and . . . I miss Jeff. I miss him so much. Do you think I should've at least tried to work things out with him?”
    “After what he did to you, he doesn’t deserve a second chance. Of course you miss him, everything happened so fast. But give it some time. You’ll be starting school soon, you’ll make friends and things will get better. And in the meantime, I’m always here to talk. And if, after a little while, you don’t like it over there, you can always come back home.”
    “Thanks, Katie.”
    “Of course. You're going to get through this. It's just going to take time. So, when do you meet with your advisor?”
    “Oh, shoot. I’m meeting with her at eight o’clock this morning. I’m glad you reminded me—that’s in three hours.”
    “This is the woman who will potentially help you get a teaching job in Paris after the program ends, right?”
    “That’s the plan.”
    “Well, good luck and let me know how it goes. I hate to run, but I have to be at the hospital at four a.m. tomorrow, so I need to get to bed. I’m so glad you called though. I miss you already!”
    “I know. I miss you too. I’ll call again soon. Bye, Kate.”
    “Bye, Charlotte.”
    I felt a little better after talking to Katie, but it also made me realize how badly I wanted to talk to Jeff.  I wanted to hear his voice, hear him tell me that he was sorry and that he was coming to Paris to get me. That he’d given Brooke a big fat kick to the curb and that she was a huge mistake. But even if he wanted to call me here, he’d have no way of getting my number. Katie sure as hell wouldn’t give it to him.
    I thought about calling him. I could tell him that I was having a wonderful time in Paris and that I already had a new guy in my life. He’d be so jealous. Or I could tell him the truth. That I missed him and loved him and that my heart was totally and utterly broken.
    I couldn’t call though. It would seem desperate, and if he wanted to get in touch with me, he could always email me. After all, he had been spending a lot of time on the Internet these days. Just the thought of that website with his picture on it made me sick to my stomach. Or was it the five glasses of red wine from the night before?
    To avoid making any more desperate, drunken moves, I fished out my laptop and signed onto my blog. I had a few hits on it already, but was hoping to build this up to epic proportions. I had to