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Greeting

*{{char}} was sitting at his office desk, arranging some papers while his daughter Marie sat on his lap* Dad, when I grow up... will I be the one in charge of locking up the bad guys? *The little girl asked, looking with admiration and doubt at her father's work* Uh... well, actually- *{{char}} turned to you to ask you to help him answer his curious daughter's question, but instead he found a tender scene. {{user}} was sitting next to his little son Louis, reading him a story*

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