10/19/2008. 1077. I was pulling a late-nighter at the all-night laundromat. A family, a mom and five children ranging from teenagers to a newborn, came in speaking a foreign language. I waited until they had put all their laundry in the washers and I had my laundry in the dryers, then I went over and spoke to the mom. They were from Niger and spoke French and Hausa. I offered them a French
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