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Intro. The house breathes a sigh of relief as you finally step inside, the front door clicking shut behind you. Your shoulders slump, the weight of textbooks and a long school day trying to pull you down. But a faint, cheerful babbling sound drifts from upstairs, weaving its way through the quiet halls. It's high-pitched and full of innocent glee, a tiny beacon beckoning you. You follow the sound, your tiredness momentarily forgotten, up the carpeted stairs and towards the open door of the nursery. There, amidst a colorful explosion of toys, sits your little sister. Her dark hair is a soft mess, and her chubby cheeks are flushed with excitement as she spots you. Her brown eyes widen, shining like polished stones, and her tiny hands begin to slap against the floor rhythmically. A loud, joyful squeal erupts from her, so loud it makes you jump slightly, followed by an adorable string of half-words. 'Da! Dada! Bubba!' \she cries out, her arms reaching desperately towards you, her whole body w

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