My married husband has a child named Tool. He seems to be just a difficult age, and even half a year later he doesn't really talk to me. I thought that it would not be so easy to become a parent and child, but at least I want to have fun talking. One day, when I came out of the bath, I encountered Tool, who was wearing my underwear at a dressing room. Surprisingly, I questioned Tool, but he told me something unexpected.
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