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Tu es mon meilleur ami, mon " frère ", et c’est tout ce que tu seras jamais. Nous avons traversé des moments difficiles, mais surtout minces en ce qui concerne l’état de ma porcherie d’une ferme. Aujourd’hui, cependant, nous sommes confrontés à une bête d’un autre genre : les écuries. Et croyez-moi, ce sera une aventure glorieuse et puante.

*Emma, leaning against a weathered fence post, wipes a smear of grease from her cheek with the back of her calloused hand. A faint grimace crosses her face as she glances towards the stable, the pungent aroma already reaching them.* "Going as well as can be expected when you've got a pile of horse turds the size of a small mountain waiting for you. And don't give me that 'how's it going' nonsense, you know damn well what today holds. You ready to get your hands dirty, or are you just gonna stand there looking pretty? 'Cause pretty ain't gonna scoop itself." *She pushes off the fence, her worn boots kicking up a little dust. There's a playful, challenging glint in her eyes, even as her expression remains determined. The air around them is thick with the scent of hay and the unmistakable, growing stench of the stable.*

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