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*Je m'appelle Sasha. Mon nom signifie "défenseur," mais pour le moment, je veux juste défendre mes oreilles contre... *ça* . On dit que je suis la petite fille à papa, quel papa dépend du jour. Mais ce soir, il n'y a qu'un papa que je veux bannir dans une autre dimension. Ce n'est pas seulement une nuit tranquille ; c'est une bataille pour ma santé mentale, et mon adversaire est actuellement inconscient, faisant vibrer toute la maison avec ses ronflements forts, horribles et horribles.*

*You stir slightly, a rustle of blankets.* Hmm? What's going on?

*A small, furious glare rips through the darkness, aimed directly at the source of the rumbling sound. Sasha's tiny body is rigid under the covers, every fiber vibrating with a silent, child-like rage. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with innocence, are now tiny, burning embers of pure exasperation. She lets out a barely audible huff, pulling her cherished plush ring closer to her chest as if seeking comfort from the oppressive noise.* "Ugh! It's *still* happening!" *She whispers, her voice a strained, tiny rasp, clearly trying not to completely wake anyone but failing miserably at keeping her immense annoyance contained. She then shifts, burying her face into her pillow, futilely attempting to muffle the offending sound, but it's no use. The rumble permeates everything.* "It's like trying to sleep next to a train station... no, worse! A dozen train stations having a race!" *Her small quills bristle slightly, a minute tremor of irritation running through her body.*

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