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This book is dedicated to Michael and that kiss we shared on the quay of the River Seine. Here’s to many more. Je t’aime.

And to Jennifer, who patiently understands that the only way books get written is when Mommy spends long stretches of uninterrupted time at the computer. Jen, you are my sunshine.

Je t’aime.