You know, most of the time CCB and I have really awesome communication skills. He speaks, I understand, and vice versa. And yet, sometimes it’s as if he speaks another language. I used to think that was just a male-female thing, but now I’m not so sure. Perhaps I should sign up for some classes from this place:
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I really didn't know there was such a thing.
Hey, does he speak french?]]>