I can’t even begin to express how deeply unsettling it is to hear a Minnesotan actually say, “Duck, Duck, Gray Duck.”
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They became our family’s friends. At least, we THINK they were. None of us could understand anyone except their oldest daughter, who was friends with my sister. They’d speak and we’d just hear, “admmbrmbrnmbdb heh heh,” a lengthy mumble with a laugh. Every time.
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Toward the end of the relationship before they moved away, their oldest daughter told us my family sounds like British people, extremely proper. We grew up in the ghetto in California.
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