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The Language of Love By Kim Ho

Charlie sits nervously in his chair, poring over a paper on his desk. He’s doing a French exam, and is on to the last question. Even though he’s speaking, no one around him seems to hear. Charlie: 'Writing Task B. Describe your best friend.' Oh God not this again. 'What qualities do you admire in them? What are their favourite activities?' Blah, blah… hobbies… letter? 'Write your response as a letter to your friend, in French.' Well, shit. This exam was going so well until now. I never know what to write for these questions. I mean, do I make up a best friend, or do I talk about Sam? I can do all the grammar exercises, it’s just expressing myself that’s the hard part. I’m never going to be fluent. I mean, that was aim: speak French like a Frenchman. Well actually, the aim was to pick up chicks by sounding like a Frenchman. Hasn’t really worked out yet. French is not like maths, where there’s only one right answer. Like, even if you learn all the words in the dictionary it doesn’t mean you can speak the language. A whole group of guys went over to France on exchange, although apparently it was just this non-stop root-fest with all the naughty angels.

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The Language of Love by Kim Ho  

In the middle of a French exam, 17 year old Charlie struggles to find the words to be true to his best friend...and himself. A wry, delicat...

The Language of Love by Kim Ho  

In the middle of a French exam, 17 year old Charlie struggles to find the words to be true to his best friend...and himself. A wry, delicat...

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