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Please, call me Mika.
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Mika, forgive me if this is indelicate,
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I would hate to intrude on your grief.
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No, no, no intrusion.
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I too, have recently lost someone,
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you know, perhaps we're not so dissimilar after all.
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Come, let's sit.
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You understand me, Mika. We speak the same language.
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Language it is.
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Vos yeux brillez comme
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un trousseau des clés perdues dans la neige infinie de la Russie.
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The time for your beautiful words is past.