“I’m sixteen. I’m hormonal. Laisse-moi tranquille,” C states with enough of a lift in her voice that tells me she enjoyed doing what we would later call “a bad, bad thing.”“In English, please,” I demand.“Get off my ass – and pass the soy sauce,” she says. “There you go. Translated.”
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