My sixteen-year-old grandson comes to visit. He is dressed in one hoodie. I read at the front les incompétents.
Dismayed, I ask him if he knows what it means. He shakes his head no.
After my negative explanation, his response is: “Well, boouh, I no longer have French, and neither do my friends.”
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