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He then said to the big dog, "Ouro, this is Fei. Look at how well she speaks French, impressive, isn't it?"
The big dog barked once, which counted as a greeting to me.
Not gonna lie, it was pretty sensible.
We chatted for a while longer, but it was getting late, so I prepared to take my leave.
Ode said, "What to do? My parents took the car."
Zuzu said, "I'll take her."
Ode said, "Forget it, don't bother showing off your old-timer motorcycle."
"I'll walk her over."
"That works," Ode said. "Fei, he'll walk you home. You can trust him completely—my little brother is very capable."
In the night of Southern France, the sea was as deep as the sky was high, under the deep blue dome sparkling with stars. Seagulls sang as they flew by, and the slightly salty sea breeze blew, making the leaves rustle—a sound that seemed like the inner voice of one's youth.
