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"A date, you wish. A little kid like you, always thinking of who knows what nonsense!" Yves King glared at her irritably. "How did you find this place?" he asked. Truthfully, King was quite annoyed that she had invaded this place that he had always considered a private sanctuary.
"Uncle, don't discriminate based on age." Dahlia Sanders pouted, her big eyes tearful and looking aggrieved. "We are partners after all. I just observed Teacher Quay's secretive actions during my last visit, then made a key for myself. Uncle, I've been working really hard these past few days. Instead of giving me some encouragement when we met, you scolded me." She sniffled.