So what I give to you here is the Jean Martel I loved. Scratch that. The Jean Martel I still love. Maybe not the one that really existed, but a better one, one that never had problems and that never fought with me. This Jean and I, the story-Jean and the story-me, are still together. And in my mind Jean is still young and short-haired and bounding up to me with that big manic grin and some new oddity to share.
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