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Aleksander frowns down at the bag, “what are these?”
“You said you wanted chips, Sasha.”
“These are crisps, Alina,” he turns to point to another table, “those are chips.”
Alina shakes her head, “those are fries.”
“That’s what I … never mind.”
“This is another one of those Americans are ridiculous, and have I mentioned recently that they also don’t know how to spell words correctly things, isn’t it.”
“Let’s agree to disagree.”
