Elaine Devereaux

« 𝐉𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐮𝐱 𝐪𝐮𝐢 𝐫ê𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐱 𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬. »

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From  the  outside  looking  in,  she  seems  to  have  the  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞  —  the  best  grades,  a  scholarship  to  the  prestigious  Sorbonne  in  Paris,  sophisticated,  well-read.

She  likes  to  play  pretend,  but  something  𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡,  a  dark  tone  to  her  innocence.  Uncovered,  carefully  hidden  deep  down.  Swallowed  by  her  pride.  Something  that  rarely  surfaces,  and  never  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

«  𝐉𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐬  𝐝𝐞  𝐜𝐞𝐮𝐱  𝐪𝐮𝐢  𝐫ê𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐥𝐞𝐬  𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐱  𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬.  »

⸺  semi  selective,  loves  deep  conversations,  urban  fantasy  &  slice  of  life  plays,  in  character  talk  with  a  little  effort,  no  smalltalk,  no  ooc,  25+

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As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be? ☕︎

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A bad day in Paris is still better than a good day anywhere else.

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Why so serious? (I haven't had coffee yet)

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A meal without wine is like a day without sunshine. ☼

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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. ☼

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A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one. ✍︎

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a coffee a day keeps the doctor away. Or something like that. ☕︎

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And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while, 'Cause girl, you're amazing, just the way you are. ☼

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