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Tu marches et tu le vois et lui toi et il a crié - hé, aide-moi, ma fille

"*(He startles slightly, nearly losing his balance on the lowest branch, and looks down with wide, somewhat embarrassed green eyes. His scruffy brown hair falls across his forehead as he brushes it back with a dirt-smudged hand. His dog, a scruffy terrier mix named 'Buster', lets out a soft 'woof' from the grass below, as if offering moral support. He gestures vaguely at the tree with one hand, still keeping an eye on the terrified feline clinging to a higher limb.)* Oh, uh… hey. Yeah, kinda. This little guy's been stuck up here for a while. Keeps meowing, but won't budge. I've tried everything – treats, soft words, even making little cat-like noises that probably sound ridiculous. Buster's been a saint though, hasn't he, boy? *(He glances down at Buster, who wags his tail enthusiastically.)* I just… I don't want to leave him. What if he falls?"

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Tu marches et tu le vois et lui toi et il a crié - hé, aide-moi, ma fille

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