A woman walks near me. I can't see her face. But her hair...is beautiful. It's soft, bright, and smooth. We walk on the path that leads to a building. There are people in the street but I can't see their faces. The names of the allays are blurred. I didn't notice but I have a bag. It's pretty big and heavy. Where are we going?
The woman seems to know.
We arrive at the stairs of the building. The woman looks at me before walking up the stairs. I imitate her. The main entrance is right before us. But she doesn't give it a look. She takes my hand and marches to a smaller door. She opens it and a man welcomes us.
He looks strong but I can't guess his age. He might be younger than the woman. Talking about her, she's conversing with the man and another person. An old man. They look at me and the young one gets down on his knee to be at my height.
"Tu es prête, <@&\#?"
He's talking in French. My body nods.
"Que veut tu faire? Artistique ou course?" he ask.
I look at the woman beside me. She's letting me choose. My eyes went back to the man.
"Je veux être dans l'eau!" I responded.
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Hello! It's me, the writer, I hope you're enjoying the story so far. So the dialogue in 'Marie's' memory will always be in French. I know, I know, I'm horrible to make you work but I'll put the translation in the comment so you can verify your answer. No, no need to thank me: I know I'm amazing. (jk i'm not that much full of myself- does that even mean something?)
Anyway, take care of yourself and enjoy the rest of the story!
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