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Thursdays were half days at the Ecole Internationale. We'd get out every Thursday at noonish and take the tram over to the right back to go to the Wendy's there. Every week, I had the same thing: a double burger. We'd sit in this unusual downstairs room that was sort of like a 70s basement: no windows, walls done up with those mirrors with gold veins. We'd cause a ruckus down there, as much as thirteen-year-olds can, and then head out into the streets armed with straws and napkins to pelt cars with spitballs.

Chez Zeus: Speak, Minotaur!: Station No. 34

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