I’m not a robot. Not according to my mother.
She tells me how the elders in the French village where I was born
used to point at me and say, “T’es coquin, toi.”
In one version of French, this means, “You’re mischievous, you,”
In another version of French this means, “You’re a naughty little boy.”
I’m not a robot. Not according to the New York Times.
I am as…
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