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As you speak I swear I can hear words being selected, one after another, from the word-box you carry around with you, and slotted into place. That is not how a true native speak, one who is born into a language.___ow does a native speak?___rom the heart. Words well up within and he sings them, sings along with them. So to speak.
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As you speak I swear I can hear words being selected, one after another, from the word-box you carry around with you, and slotted into place. That is not how a true native speak, one who is born into a language.___ow does a native speak?___rom the heart. Words well up within and he sings them, sings along with them. So to speak.

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