Where you go when you're gone
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She was quite taken aback at the little boy's maw. Her ears perked, she hadn't heard any french in so long! "Où avez-vous appris le français mon cher?" She asked, a grin on her face. She reached up, brushing a lock of hair out of her brilliant eyes, looking down at him. She seated herself, crossing her legs at the ankles as she watched him. "Je suis Fatin." She said gently, testing the boy's limits on his knowledge of the language.
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