Chapter 9

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Adrien's POV

I sit on my bed. Plagg is beside me, eating a piece of Camembert that's a least 4 years old. Father has never gotten rid of it. The cook was relived when I asked for some. At least it's my birthday next Friday. Plagg lies down on my bed. "How are you not sick yet?" I ask. "I don't get sick." He responds. I raise my eyebrows. "Okay, maybe when I was 500 but not anymore!" I stare at him. "How old are you?" "I don't know: I lost track after 5,000." I look out my window. A strange multicolored man stares back me.

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