I miss French. Not the halting, uncertain stammers of children trying to conjugate new thoughts. Not the grinding, guttural tape recordings of questions asked slowly for our benefit. But, y'know, French. It's a great language, in case you were unaware. All lilting murmurs and soft hissing. There's the occasional throaty, lougie-drenched syllable,
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