I just found out that my new neighbor, the one who’s been helping me get rid of the raccoon(s) and feed the cats, along with other things, speaks French like me. (I can’t decide whether to put “speaks” or “French” in quotation marks to appease my friends who actually speak French.)
This means we’ll be annoying everyone around us when I get back. Oui, Branden? Mais bien sur. (Can’t figure out how to do the accents on this putain computer). We will have baguettes and croissants and absinthe and look down our noses at many things.
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