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2) Download file, Read PDF and EPUB Read Street Talk Slang Used by Teens, Rappers, Surfers, Popular American Television Shows (v. Street Talk: Essential American Slang & Idioms by David Burke and David Harrington. Gregory Bornmann. Uploaded by. Gregory Bornmann. Download with. Slang and idioms can be very confusing for nonnative speakers. Imagine if an American said to you, "Could you please crack the window?" You are NOT being .
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The Best of American Idioms v. Street French 1: The Best of French Slang: Just like when she sends me ahead on my own by foot, or by tap-tap, or by motortaxi. Here in Detroit Metro Airport, there are no long lines to show papers and proof to uniformed people. With every step I take out of the terminal, I look back, and up, and around, as if my mother will appear from out of nowhere.
I search for her face in the crowd of new arrivals rushing past me—some with their eyes as weary as mine, others tracking every too-bright light, every movement of each person around them, peering into every corner of this too-big place.
But none of them is Manman. I spot a lady official who is wearing the same uniform as the ones who took my mother away. I take several long steps toward her, dragging the carry-on behind me. My shoulder is sore.
I have no idea who that is. I shake my head. The woman places both hands on her hips. Her blue uniform shirt stretches over her big chest and two buttons look like they will pop.
A small black strap on the shoulder of her shirt reads TSA. Now, follow the signs to pick up your things. I purse my lips and clench my fists. How do I tell her that I am not going to the other side without Manman? How do I say that my mother has not seen her big sister, Matant Majorie, since they were teenagers and Manman wanted nothing more than to hold her face and plant a big wet kiss on her cheek?
At first she smells of her freshly ironed uniform, but then I smell the faint scent of cigarettes and oily food lingering behind her starchy presence. Just come back with a relative in the morning to straighten all this out.
Do you understand what I just said? Then I nod. My English is not as smooth. I want to ask Deborah Howard what Manman will use to brush her teeth and wash her face tonight. Officer Howard grabs a nearby cart and a man helps her lift up the suitcases. Night is a starlit blanket outside, and the cold air reaches my bones. I have on a long-sleeved shirt and it is not enough.