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“It was then that the fox appeared.
‘Good morning,’ said the fox.
‘Good morning,’ the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
‘I am right here,’ the voice said, ‘under the apple tree.’
‘Who are you?’ asked the little prince, and added, ‘You are very pretty to look at.’
‘I am a fox,’ the fox said.
‘Come and play with me,’ proposed the little prince. ‘I am so unhappy.’
‘I cannot play with you,’ the fox said. ‘I am not tamed.’
‘Ah! Please excuse me,’ said the little prince.
But, after some thought, he added: