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I love Paris. Its very romantic. When my wife and I went there, we enjoyed a wonderful meal in a Chinese Restaurant. After the meal my wife began to feel sick. We figured there must have been fish in the meal. She’s allergic to fish. We decided to make our way back to the hotel. It was raining. On the way, she slipped on the cobblestone streets and broke her nose. There was blood all over her face. And she was feeling dizzy. When we got back to the hotel she was in real bad shape. The  clerk at the front desk gave us a suspicious look. I knew what that look was. He thought I had beaten her. I don’t speak French. I couldn’t explain. We spent the rest of that holiday in our hotel room. My wife getting over food poisoning and a possible concussion. Me sitting at…