When I was studying French in Paris, my professor—call him Monsieur L.—would sometimes dolefully shake his head, stare out the window, and sigh, “Oh, grandmother.” I wasn’t sure why…
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When I was studying French in Paris, my professor—call him Monsieur L.—would sometimes dolefully shake his head, stare out the window, and sigh, “Oh, grandmother.” I wasn’t sure why…
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