Anthony is French, but does not call himself Antoine. I spelled his name Antony and he corrected the mistake, making sure to say that he did not really care whether I added the extra h. I am not certain how this bit of information was communicated as Anthony speaks rarely a word of English. As my French seems to progressively get worse like some sort of degenerative misfortune and my Spanish seems only to stagnate in a swamp of childish pronouncements, rendering even a fumbling Francospanglish short of breath, our conversation sounds ridiculously callow. However, last night Anthony and I spoke to each other via the universal language of the foot. He scored twice, I, thrice. It was the first time I have ever scored three times in a game with goalies and goals and nets. Anthony, the young French au pair, was my teammate. Viva nous.
Anthony is French, but does not call himself Antoine. I spelled his name Antony and he corrected the mistake, making sure to say that he did not really care whether I added the extra h. I am not certain how this bit of information was communicated as Anthony speaks rarely a word of English. As my French seems to progressively get worse like some sort of degenerative misfortune and my Spanish seems only to stagnate in a swamp of childish pronouncements, rendering even a fumbling Francospanglish short of breath, our conversation sounds ridiculously callow. However, last night Anthony and I spoke to each other via the universal language of the foot. He scored twice, I, thrice. It was the first time I have ever scored three times in a game with goalies and goals and nets. Anthony, the young French au pair, was my teammate. Viva nous.
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