“Hello, darling. Sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud. Especially that, but I should have known. You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.”
O foreigner girl, where do you live you? Do you at the airport? You hi-hello, bye-bye, I like them very much. I want to converse with, but I know it not your language. O, had I your language! Say you, what is your mother tongue?