I read a book today called Bad Marie. It reminded me of you. I wish I could read it to you, word for word, and watch your reaction. I wonder what connections you'd make, and if they would be the same as mine. The thing is that they probably wouldn't be. You wouldn't understand what I was saying as usual, even though the words aren't even exactly mine. It's like you don't even understand pure English. But that's what we are and forever will be-lost in translation.
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