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Nights that burned like fire, simmered down and then dripped into dawn. We laughed so hard, oh we laughed. But we didn't cry - that was back then, not now. Now we can be anything and everything we want or nothing at all. Because those nights, they were ours - best girls, spurring each other on, making trouble. Weekends in Paris, damn they shine bright after midnight - anything can happen; anything, everything or nothing at all. Words & Photos: My Own