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"oh, mon cher," mireille breathed to herself in a surprised rush of relief and delight. stopping only once to shake streams of seawater from crimson fur, she ran to greet him, and caught the glossy shoulders in a swift embrace.
"it be so good to see you again," she breathed, unable to have kept her usual aloofness. not with what had happened. "where did you go, tousaint? an' what did you see?"