One of the limited perks of being alive is that sometimes you stumble upon these tiny, sparkling things buried in the great sandyard of misery. You know, like, every now and then, life throws you a soft surprise to nag you into staying interested in the whole being-alive business? Lately, I came across one of those little hidden gems. Background story, I’ve been in the mood to add another language to my collection of linguistic adventures. This time it’s French, and my humble

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