On our way home from fieldworking, I took Bubla to one of the local Gadjo playgrounds. He wandered over to within a few meters of one of the benches and I followed at some distance behind him, when I overheard a snippet of the conversation between the two seated women. The narrator, who - I'll admit - isn't exactly young, was saying something about
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I'm glad you said something. I would have too.
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I got these little tears of joy in my eyes when I read that.
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