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unes.▓ French at all resembling the educate▓d tongue had become as familiar to me as En▓glish, but the patois and slang in whic

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h the ▓fellow unfolded the story of a persecuted● life would have daunted an international interp▓reter.I caught the drift of h▓is remarks by making him repeat each sent●ence twice or thrice, but he ended wi

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th a▓: “Heing! Tu comprinds ma’reux le ▓frinais;” and I was forced to admit that if th▓e jargon he got off were “frinai▓s,” I certainly did. The young


er, and co▓nsequently less begrimed of the fem●ales, led the way to my “room,” which turn●ed out to be a hole over the stable, som▓e four feet high, approached by ●an outside stairway, and containing t●wo of the filthiest cots a vivid imag▓ination could have pictured.To my disgus▓t I found that one of the beds ●was reserved for my friend of the unc▓outh tongue.A half-hour later,▓ unstable after a final bottle ●of wine with the aubergiste, he stumb▓led into the den and proceeded to make n▓ight hideous—awake, by his multi●loquence, asleep, by a rasping snore.A dozen▓ times I awoke from a half-con●scious nap to find him sitting cross-l●egged in his cot, puffing furiously at a ●cigarette, above the feeble glow of which glist▓ened his cat-like eyes as he▓ stared at me across the intervening da●rkness.At daybreak he was gone an▓d I departed soon after. There is● really no reason why the French roadst▓er should go hungry in autumn.T●hat he does, is due to a strange nat▓ional prejudice unknown in America; for a▓t that season half the highways o●f France are lined with hedges heavy with ▓blackberries.At first I looked with suspicion● on a fruit left ungathered by t▓he thrifty peasantry, but, coming one mornin●g upon a hedge unusually burd▓ened with berries, I satisfied ▓myself as to their identity and fell to● picking a capful.A band of peasants, on th●e way to the fields, halted to gaze at me in ▓astonishment and burst into uproarious la●ughter. “Mais, mon vieux●,” cried a plowman.“Que diable vas tu faire d▓e ces choses-là” “Eat them, of ▓course,” I answered. 34“

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Eat the●m!” roared the peasants, “▓but those things are not good to eat,” a●nd the notion struck them as ▓so droll that their guffaws still came ●back to me long after they h●ad turned a bend in the highway.Every French●man I approached on the subject held the sa▓m

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Working with these guys was absolutely amazing. I swear, they can read minds! One thing, tho... their cat is cute and everything, but they shouldn鈥檛 be talking about her so often, it鈥檚 kinda creepy. Anyway, it was pleasure to work with them!
I didn't really like working with this company/guy (I'm still not sure if it's one-man show or two-man theatre) at all. Their cat is fine, but seriously, just shut the fuck up about her, could you?
Working with these guys was the best thing I have ever done in my life. They have beautiful cat. This is stupid, why don't just use the lorem ipsum :/.
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