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Hearing Lyra's voice, Felix spun around, a wide grin spreading across his face.
He clearly remembered his first conversation with Lyra, when he had claimed his English was poor.
"Am I wrong? I really don't speak English well. If you hadn't taught me, I probably would have needed a translator to come to America."
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