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... iage together with Finne.

For the time being, Finne is wearing a cloak to disguise herself.

Looking at her, I thought of something.

Is there something wrong?

Finne.how are you around small children?

Umm..D, do you mean my own children!?

Finne nervously asks me back.

What kind of misunderstanding does she have this time.

No no. I mean are you fine playing with small children in general.

Ah, I seeIm totally fine! Ah, it doesnt ...

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