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When he arrived home, the man was hugging his well-behaved daughter as he coaxed her patiently. The little cake seemed to sense that this was a father, not crying nor making a ruckus. It was very different from the other children as it was very obedient.

"Wife, is our daughter depressed?"

Songsman couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Depressed your sister."

"My sister isn't depressed