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7. giɮdig (Rebekah)
Text
gɑʃbɑzfutʃɑb fut piχ ʁʌθ vəŋgid ʔɑð, θis gɑʃpɑr ʔɑð ɮʌb pʌχθ. gɑʃʁʌvəb ɮəvit vɑv kiχ gɑʃgirfuθ fefgəʃit futʃifit fuɮ. grəɾəɮ ʔɑðim digrʌv kiχ χʌpim puɮtəŋ. fif prʌbəɮ kiχ ɬug gɑʃvin sabθ ʒap kiχ ʔɑð, ʔugəɮ ʔɑð, "ʔiɬ, ɮəv ʒɑp ɑɬiʃɑsɑna fiu, ɬuʃgir ʔɑðim virθəgit gʌp gruðim fuɮ gɑʃfubgɑ ʔɑðim fʌn muʃɬag ʔɑvim ðiɾ ɬɑv vuz puɮteŋ.
Backtranslation
Fire burns well as I write, but I write with difficulty. Some friends talk and they end eight cigarettes. Afterwards we sit together and do not move. Because my translator and I are tired, I say, “please, my friend ɑɬiʃɑsɑna fiu, we have been passengers for six hours. We will arrive in the white valley the day after tomorrow.”
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