For weeks, I kept wondering what the hell did Constantin give me the night before I left Paris. Just last night, he told me what the “black gum” was. It was actually his ice hockey puck, and he made me believe that it was food and edible.
“Keep it, so you won’t forget me,” said Constantin. Of course I will keep it, and I won’t forget how I was tricked into believing it was food. Thankfully, I did not put it in my mouth.
Nevertheless, that was truly a touching, and very meaningful gift.
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