Romance - M/F/F-child dialogue (French - General)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
French (General) North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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I'm so Sally. Clearly, I told you to wait by the counter. Now look what you've done, a male voice says, is he schools a young girl twirling around like a ballerina. I realized it was an innocent child who bumped me. How could I be mad? Take it easy. It was an accident. She's a child and these things happen. I scold the man as I shoved the stuff back inside my bag and stand. The little girl whimpers and I glanced toward the ***** who's upset Her caramel colored eyes and broad shoulders greet me before he lifts the little ballerina into his arms. She looks tiny in his arms with her strawberry blonde hair tumbling halfway down her back. She can't be any older than three or four. I'm sorry she's been up since five this morning and won't take a nap. I've lost my sitter and work as me frantic. Hey says I get it. It's hard raising Children, but still he should have a little more patience. I smile at the little peanut to assure her everything is okay. I feel guilty for considering fighting with a man, Clary. I place my hand on her back. The man nods. We and um Jacques. He lifts his other hand and we shake his bright eyes. Hold mine for a moment too long before I turned my attention to the young girl. She's a handful and no match for her father if he thinks she's bad now wait until all the boys come knocking. Do you mind? I stretched out my arms and offered a comfort. Clary. She turns and looks in my direction, and the simplest of smiles fills her face. Her little arms reach out, and I pulled her to me. We step out of the way and into the lounge area. Within a few strides, I take the saucer seat and cradle her. Rubbing her back. Jacque sits across from us, watching intently for a few moments before he pulls out his phone type something and returns to observing the situation at hand. Hi, Clery. My name is Gillian, but you can call me Jilly. I run my fingers through her hair as Sally Julie. I pat her back. She's so young and innocent. You look tired. Honey, Why don't you rest your head and I'll tell you a story. She places her head against my shoulder right above my heart. I trail my fingers through her beautiful curly locks and begin my story. By the time I finish, she is in a sweet slumber. I don't know how to thank you, Jack says is erupts his eyes. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. I stand and step to him. He takes Clary back into his arms. My pleasure. But take it easy on her. She's young. Believe me, it's on Lee going to get worse. Hey! Nods with a light chuckle and walks toward the door, but suddenly stops. Would you consider in any position? He asks with a smirk on his face. Caught off guard? I consider it. Why not? Even if it's temporary, it's better than nothing at the moment.