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So here you are. Menton, Southern France. Moving here with your parents was never your idea. But your half french mother, her health not good has moved here with you father for a better quality of life. On day three you sit on a large rock in the middle of the French countryside. A girl sits next to you, taking you a little by surprise. She smells of vanilla. Of something else. A promise of something interesting. You say hello. Adele: your American? You: Yes. For my sins.....lately. Adele: Don't do that. You are not the sins of those that should know better. Those older and supposedly wiser than you, parents, presidents, they should do better. Be better. Know better.