Yes, Father.I alone......eh?And now, the flower has become a fruit.What am I to do...Yes, Father.Ohh! Ohh, Gladiolus! So you are already sixteen!How beautifully you have grown.My flower for me alone...Moreover...Well, Gladiolus, hm?I always did as I was told...LoomYes, Father.Yes—...with a ripened fruit?...I and I alone have watched......your precious ten years of growing up.
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