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By AnonymJohn Von Sothen
Anaïs had one of those bobs with concave bangs French women seem to master, which make them look like adorable sixties KGB agents.
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By AnonymJohn Von Sothen
And soon a cold realization hit me: The time for giving up hope and letting go was now. It would be my parting gift to her. And as I cried into Mom’s ear and held her hand, and told her it was okay to let go, that I’d be fine, I felt her chest rise one last time. There was no long continuous beep like you see in the movies. Just a deafening silence and my echo of good-bye skipping down the side of her ear like a coin down a deep well.
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By AnonymJohn Von Sothen
Mom’s approach to cuisine came from her art school days, inspiration hitting her on the spot. The ingredients she chose were paints you’d throw at a canvas, each chosen for its color and texture rather than its taste. If your fava beans didn’t click with the polenta? All you had to do was toss in a kilo of shrimp and the pink would bring out the dull off-white.
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By AnonymJohn Von Sothen
No matter how well I could pronounce words or expressions, there was no terroir in my vocabulary. Words all meant the same to me—almost like those black and white letter magnets you stick to a refrigerator. Table, Chaise, Connard, Pute, Vélo, Merde were all interchangeable and non-denominational, standing next to each other in my brain like a bad haiku.
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By AnonymJohn Von Sothen
Once during a case of stomach flu, I needed to tell the doctor I’d been vomiting, but instead of shifting into the imperfect, I used the present je vomis (I’m vomiting), then stood up from his desk and mimicked a fake retch. The doctor in question pushed back from his seat thinking it was the real thing, only for me to fake retch again then say “dans le passé” (in the past), moving my arm as way to signal time past. He quickly wrote me a prescription and handed it to me at arm’s length.
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By AnonymJohn Von Sothen
The reason fluency isn’t a given is that life isn’t fair. The classroom can only take you so far. There’s preseason and regular season, and players of all sports will tell you, the speed’s just not the same.
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By AnonymJohn Von Sothen
True democracy, the French were teaching me, involves swallowing loads of shit to arrive at a consensual second choice we can now all critique.
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By AnonymJohn Von Sothen
We’d found our social groove, and the more these dinners clicked, the more I felt like a dinner-jacketed Cole Porter, a gadfly of the Parisian bourgeoisie, a cosmopolitan homme de lettres. I also like getting hammered.
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By AnonymJohn Von Sothen
When I scanned the room, I saw five or six swaddled newborns and one miniature 1920s actress. Bibi had round eyes the size of saucers, chalky white skin, and dainty fingers that seemed already capable of needlepoint.
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