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... all the strawberry jam I had put on my arm.


“You can’t make jokes about this. It was cute before, but now you went too far.”


“Uh, that’s…”


“If the princess keeps lies like this, no one will come when you’re really sick, don’t you think so?”


My mother scolded me for being naughty. I just stuttered. ‘Uh, you know what? Well, I mean…’


“Please answer me. If you continue playing around like this, then will Assisi come to you when you need help?”

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