Y’aalreetmarra?
Wossacrack?
He knew, on some level, that they were speaking
the same language, but he couldn’t quite work out exactly how. He was equally
aware that an appropriate response was expected from him and hadn’t the vaguest
idea what that might be.
Still.
It wasn’t like he could just keep walking and pretend he hadn’t heard. Damn
tiny sidewalks. Silence not an option, he took a deep breath and ventured, ‘Yes.’
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