The man spoke four languages so fluently he was mistaken for a native in each. But he was not a linguist. He was a polyglot. "One is an academic, one is a Swiss waiter," he remarked.
Je sens les ressorts dans mon vieux matelas.
I feel the springs inside my old mattress.
Faut faire gaffe quand on traverse, à ne pas se faire écraser par un vélo. Be careful crossing, or you'll be run over by a bike.
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