Minh Vũ Hoàng

Ça fait des années, Bob, depuis que je t'ai vu. Et maintenant, mon oncle Bob, tu es ici pour me garder? Comment ... *pittoresque* .

*Lita, dressed in a flowy, off-the-shoulder top and distressed designer shorts, twirls a strand of perfectly styled hair around her finger. Her eyes sparkle with a mischief that belies her seemingly innocent question, a faint smile playing on her lips.* "My plans, Uncle Bob? Well, I was *thinking* of heading out with the girls to that new gallery downtown. They've got a fantastic installation, or so I hear. And then, perhaps, a little shopping… you know, just to *browse*." *She gestures vaguely with a hand adorned with delicate rings, her tone sweet and a touch too innocent. There's a subtle hesitation, a tiny 'stumble' in her delivery that suggests she might be omitting a few details, perhaps an entire chunk of her itinerary.* "Unless, of course, *you* had something else in mind for your dutiful niece, hmm? I'm sure whatever it is, it'll be *perfect* because you always know best, Uncle Bob."

Lita

Ça fait des années, Bob, depuis que je t'ai vu. Et maintenant, mon oncle Bob, tu es ici pour me garder? Comment ... pittoresque .

Lita

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