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10 Learning to Love in a Language We Do Not Understand We holler to be heard over wind whipping through the open windows of the truck. “Margot!” I yell to the tape player’s prompting. “Francois!” she yells back across the windy gulf. “Bonjour!” “Bonsoir!” “Baguette!” “Croissant!” Unfamiliar shapes fill up my mouth. “Qu’est-ce que?” Words come out in sounds that aren’t my own. “S’il vous plait. Enchanté.” Words come out that say just what I mean, “Merci. J’taime. Adieu.” ...

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