The Animal Whisperer
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Tegan may seem like an average girl, living a normal life. But you're wrong. Tegan has a special talent - She can communicate with animals. Some people call her an animal psychic, whereas some other may call her an Animal Whisperer. Every animal has their problems, and it's up to Tegan to fix them.
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