Today, another girl came up to me when I was inside the village with Henry. Henry is doing fine, by the way. I do not believe that we have to worry about him. I learned that the girl's name was Lana. Lana was alone and she gave me a book. The book seemed fine to me, but I realized that the reason it was is because it was completely in French.

  "Can you translate it for me? I don't know any French and I know you're the Frenchman," she told me.

  I told her I would, but not before asking her why she wouldn't ask my countryman, Louis. She grumbled that he didn't know how to read or write, which was odd, since I taught him how to do that when I met him. I began translating the book into English for her slowly. It wasn't much more than a small picture book that I figured she would know how to read in any language, but supposedly not. Some people are just different from others. After a while, she thanked me and took the book. I don't know how to feel about any of this. Especially because of what happened soon after that.

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  That Maria girl came up to me once more and told me that I needed to stay away from Lana. I asked her why since I didn't see a single problem with her.

  "She's a player," she responded, "Not only that, but a cheater. She'll tell you she loves you and use you for work. I wouldn't do that to you at all."

  I told her that I didn't come here to date and she said, "Oh, really? I would rethink that if I were you. Most people don't realize what they want until they get it, you know?"

  I told her I understood and she walked away. What an odd village. What an odd life.