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In the presence of a client, a social worker asks me:

- Are you from Quebec?

- No.

- Are you from France?

- No.

- But you speak French...

- Yes.

A selfish desire to chat without taking into account my privacy! First I have a childish crawling to talk back in her language (I'd heard her speaking it to other people), but soon calm down.

@музыка: The Immigrants (a local band), Whisky Sour

@настроение: to reach for a big loaf of the Quebecoise pig lard and chew it under a pillow