Anne’s run-in with one of Francois Mitterand’s bodyguards. You’ve got to read it.
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Was she mistaken for a grave robber?
Huh? Did you read her story?
Uh, nevermind, just read the story… I assumed that the story (which due to some stupid browser problems I couldn’t get to until just now) took place in the recently.
Aha. :)
In other news, Frederico Franco, like Mssr. Mitterard, is still dead.