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I've been going through my comics folder (news to you, I'm sure). This one reminds me of myself. Back in the summer of 2002. Karen, DeAnn and I roaming the streets of Lviv... yacking and chatting and doing the kind of stuff that women do when they're just enjoying the afternoon together. K&D were talking away and I repeating the word ринок (rynok- market) over and over just quietly under my breath like, just enjoying the company and the day and being alive... and all of a sudden, something happened that had never happened before in my life... see, unlike an English 'r', the Ukrainian 'r' sound has a slight roll to it... as kids, we'd goofed around with sounds and I could never roll my r's... never ever... and I hated it but had resigned myself to it... and here, lo and behold- that 'r' sound at the beginning of the word just rolled off my tongue and all the way down the street, around the block and back, stopping at my feet proud as a peacock. I was in shock. Stopped walking. Made the other 2 listen to my new-found ability... of course, it was no big deal to them... but to me? My life was never the same again

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