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la Fille: I hate French language.
Moi: You've said that before.
la Fille: Why speak it on me?
Moi: There is no language on the lips of a woman which, in sound, expresses such lush adoration. La langue elle-même, dans son écho dans le stress des voyelles, c'est de la poésie.
la Fille: Fuck you Mandy. Is ugly.
la Fille: I love you.
Moi: I have thought this through ... it is not working for either of us. Your anger and bullying, it is too much for me.
la Fille: If i wanted you to go I would tell you to leave.
Moi: What is it that you want then? Tell me ... now, before I leave.
la Fille: I want you to stay forever.
Moi: ... I can give you that.
Moi: ... it's clear what he is doing ... all his 'kindness' and 'friendship' ... it is just a path ... he is in love with you ...
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