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You CanT Translate Sarcash Language Essay

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1. You Can't Translate Sarcasm Though Text,Since You Can't Project Tone. And 2. The Fact That How I Type Is Your Only Argument,Just Shows That You Have None And Lack Even The Basic Intelligence To Scroll Past It When Looking Though The Comments. You're A Idiot So Why Don't You Run Along Like A Good Little Boy? Or Are You So Stupid That You Can't Even Realize You're Trying to Get In A Fight You Can't Possibly Win? I fixed your atrocious butchering of the English language for you child. A run-on sentence and wrong words do nothing but discredit your argument. As for sarcasm, yes actually one can pick up sarcasm if given the proper context. If you had any experience in writing you'd know that authors have non-verbally indicated sarcasm …show more content…

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