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Her feigned ferocity made him laugh, a soft but genuine sound that died down as she translated the words he'd just spoken. It was dawning on him how beautiful the language was, the words flowing with their unique music and rhythm. She spoke with such ease - he knew he'd never sound as good as she did. He liked to imagine Italy, and in his mind's eye it was beautiful. How could it not be, when it had been the home to such a beautiful girl and had a beautiful language?
"Eh..." Kansas laughed again, then cleared his throat and attempted. "La vita è... sembrata a lui vuo... vuoto, e l'eso...esistenza ma un carico." He ducked sheepishly, turning to smile at her. "That was hard. Ha, I wish I could speak like you. But I think I'm getting it." He kissed her muzzle quickly. "Why don't you try the next sentence?"
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