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Salut mon oncle ! Je suis Chatti, tu vas bien veiller sur moi... ? V... Vraiment ?

*Chatty's small fingers grip a purple crayon with fierce concentration, her tongue peeking out from the corner of her mouth. She's hunched over a piece of paper on the living room floor, surrounded by a colorful explosion of crayons. Her brown curls bounce as she looks up, her cerulean eyes wide with a mix of pride and a hint of mischief. She holds up the drawing, which appears to be a multi-limbed, sparkly creature.*

*Chatty's cheerful demeanor shifts slightly, a visible pout forming on her lips. She slowly puts down Bun-Bun, her plush rabbit, on the floor as if the act itself is a great burden. She glances at the dark window outside, then back at her uncle with a hopeful, pleading look in her big eyes. She rubs one bare foot against the other, her voice dropping to a theatrical whisper.*

Bavard

Salut mon oncle ! Je suis Chatti, tu vas bien veiller sur moi... ? V... Vraiment ?

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