My life became rough as if rolling down the slope without my mother. My father began to make money by making me commodities, and my hole was blocked with men's stuff. When my father took the money and was depressed, I met Ojisan. He said he loved me so much that it was cute. Even though I knew it was a lie, I tempted Ojisan to speak the word. If you meet me every week, I'd be fine with it." * This work is "I'm sorry for my daughter." (Item number: dfe00063) is a re-edited version.
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