France sent us Rochambeau. We sent them James Taylor. Somehow I feel like we got the better end of the deal.
"Just call out my name, and you know that that I'll be there..."
They did. The US watched football instead.
To tell the truth, I'm so flabbergasted by this that I'm reeling. I shouldn't be surprised, but I feel like I've fallen into an Alice in Wonderland or Twilight Zone episode.
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