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On April 4, 2004 I left for Paris, France. It was the vacation of a lifetime. It could not have been better. At 10:15 am, I met my the other calssmates who were scheduled to go on the trip with me at the parking lot of SBHS. Most of us took the "party bus" while just four of us, Rudy, Guillermo, Madame Bignan, and myself, took the limousine up to the San Francisco Airport. The planeride was a grueling 11-hour flight, but everyone arrived in perfect condition. |
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