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A couple sit on their bed, ashen-faced.
“It’s not much of a surprise. I can see it.”
“Really? You’re joking about this?” It wouldn’t be so bad if she could take him in her arms like always. But no, never again.
What Kyuzo revealed during her vacation in Japan made her sick, and now that he’s confirmed he fucked an Osaka whore twenty-four years ago, she feels hollow. Neither can sleep, their naked filth lies between them.
Finally, she kills the last of her dignity. “You’re not my father.”
“And you’re not my daughter." Now they can go to sleep.
