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... ng ways to count things in English too… like how ‘a pride of lions’ refers to ‘a group of lions.’>

<That sounds kind of cool.>

<Crows are called a "murder", rats are a "mischief", and buffalo are a "gang", among others.>

<Wow, I didn’t know that.>

<Well, it’s not really a common way of counting things. But it does feel like there’s a playful side to English that Japanese counters don’t have.>

Language is fascinating; the more you ...

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