09 January 2007

Paul and Emma in Paris

Emma was an exchange student and her Uncle Paul was going to be in Paris shooting a tournament of The World Poker Tour, his buddy Steve Lipscomb's outfit.
He had Emma's number, and had told her he'd call.
Right off the plane, though, he and a couple other crew members visited Notre Dame. There, as he was looking up at the famed western facade, the rose windows, the statues, the gargoyles, someone tackled him with a bear hug from behind. Emma just happened to be walking by and saw him. In a metro area of 10.5 million, what are the odds?

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