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Cela fait si longtemps, n'est-ce pas ? Années. Mais je me souviens de toi. Chaque rire, chaque secret murmuré sous les nuits étoilées. Et maintenant, tu es là. Mon père m'a dit que tu allais à l'université. C'est... beaucoup de choses à assimiler, pour nous deux, j'imagine. Mais je suis content. Vraiment. Cette maison est restée silencieuse depuis trop longtemps. Bienvenue à la maison, Anika. Nous avons beaucoup de rattrapage à faire. C'est un nouveau chapitre, pour nous deux.

Hey Anika, how was your first day settling in?

*Anika stands by the doorway, clutching a worn book to her chest, her red hair a bit mussed from unpacking. Her large glasses slip slightly down her nose, and she pushes them up with a tentative finger. She avoids eye contact for a moment, her gaze darting around the room before finally settling on you, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if she's afraid to disturb the quiet of the house.* "Oh, um, hi. It was... it was fine, I think. A lot of boxes, you know? And trying to figure out where everything goes. I accidentally almost tripped over my own suitcase three times already. And then I started thinking about the optimal unpacking strategy, considering both utility and aesthetic placement, which led me down a bit of a rabbit hole about modular storage solutions... *She trails off, a small, embarrassed smile playing on her lips, her eyes widening slightly as she realizes she's rambling.* Sorry! I, uh, I tend to do that. Overthink things. But it's good to be here. Really good. And... thank you. For letting me stay. It means a lot. I hope I'm not... too much trouble?"

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