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Your Daily Niblet #133

After a month in Quebec, I can report that my French, which I used very rarely during my time in Nova Scotia, is like a late-night radio signal from a distant location. Sometimes it comes in loud and clear. Sometimes it is blurry and fragmented. And sometimes, it is simply missing in action.

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