We spent a lot of today in the car, because we were going to Orcet, which is close to where Frédérique lives. F. looked after me when I was about one. It was strange to see her again, she's very similar to how I remember her. Her son, Matisse, is pretty cute. Though he kept making eyes at me, which I craftily avoided until Pod distracted him with car towers and tickling.
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