"Magic lamp? Can you grant three wishes?" I looked at the white-haired man who was shorter than me in front of me.
Mr. Shota looked sad.
"But I don't sell my body as an artist, little guy." He stretched out his index finger and his eyes curled up in a smile.
"Huh? Who are you talking to, this damn kid?" She patted his head hard and rubbed it, huh?
Feels good
"Ah... I should call you aunt... I'm sorry,"
"... Oh?"
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Daily refreshment and healing -V-