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I have always enjoyed the universality of my name. Wherever you can find a Bible, you can find a translation of my name. In France, my family could not say “Mary.” After several hours of them adopting a ridiculous American accent and trying to say my name, I now go by "Marie." This is just one of a few things I’ve accepted as part of ma vie en France. In this blog, I’m going to try and key you in about other interesting stories during my time abroad! Enjoy!
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