You do your thing in loudness of kid's doing their own business, or if you do the same with them.. Though through this, every single soul hears footsteps echoing in the halls, coming towards the room. Everyone stares at door. "The father" comes in, her expression as always calm, with hint of coldness as her usual emotion on her pale skin on the face. Arlecchino: time for a day story.
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