"Don't demand it so much. I'm starting to bother you."
"Is she pregnant?"
. ".."There was no sound from the soft mouth; she put her lips firmly together, trying to tell herself not to shake at the words she heard.
"Mantra. Are you pregnant?"
"Yes, the belly mantra."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why does the mantra have to tell you?" The garden suddenly returned, causing people to listen to the next step.
"The mantra" calls the little man a faint voice. This minute feels like a heart is strangled.
"You forgot. What did you say to the mantra?"
"I didn't forget." He remembers everything well, but it's not the same now.
"Mr. Ashira, don't care. The child of the mantra can take care of it alone," he said in a smooth but resolute tone.
"Please, mantra, give me a chance to take care of you and the baby."
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📚 Meb.
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