- Vol. 05
- Chapter 05
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I am the mother of you So, I can't let you chew the wooden sticks like this.
I am the mother of you And I can't let you go in this world of artificial reality like this.
Then too if you want to enter, first grow, and learn the hard reality of world like wooden sticks B'coz I am the mother of you And can't see you disappointed.