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         complete drag of a memorisation task, presumably aided by my younger, more language sensitive age at the time. Each day was a new game of detective guesswork, and better still, I got to play
         with new ideas about how the language works each day in the schoolyard with the new friends I was making. New ways to
         describe how things are situated in space, adverbs for how they move in relation to one another, mysterious new prefixes and other quaint linguistic
-        quirks, like the insane backwards word order of German&em;unlimited entertainment to see if I was up to
+        quirks, like the insane backwards word order of German—unlimited entertainment to see if I was up to
         the challenge. I practically spent all my time in class ogling the immaculate chalk handwriting of the various teachers, I remember biology and German class in particular, and
         trying to work out what on Earth was going on. For some strange reason, it was a kind of bliss.
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