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“...and Rs sometimes roll around in the mouth so long that they age like fine wine, quoi.” You are such a wonderful writer Peter, a poet. This one should be kept and framed. Lovely !

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Thanks! My favourite was this line: "He waved the cashier’s receipt in the air like a flag of surrender. And since he was French, I felt I had no choice but to accept."

I laughed out loud as the joke wrote itself.

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And speaking of Toulouse, and the Rs as well, you probably know about him already, or if not you will soon, here is the most beautiful song about the rose city:

https://youtu.be/JhIMrTg4TcI?si=10G8ZaBUkzZtKRFG

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L'église Saint Sernin illumine le soir

D'une fleur de corail que le soleil arrose

C'est peut être pour ça malgré ton rouge et noir

C'est peut être pour ça qu'on te dit ville rose

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