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cold of the delicate glass seep into her bones. “I have an American accent,” she replied dully. Paul waved her off. “You know what I mean.” Do I? she wanted to say. Would I be less if I sounded like my mother, my father, and all those in this city who were forced to learn more than one language, unlike you?
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