Åžaczuleman dropped her gaze back to the floor, feeling tears well up in her eyes. It wasn’t her fault she wasn’t born smart. And other people were born with ǃ̃årjchen-I. It wasn’t nice for him to make her feel bad for something that wasn’t even her fault. Having a bad gene wasn’t like wiping her nose on her sleeve.

                “I want to know why your father went into the forbridden R6 zone,” Tråvidices turned back around, expression calm, “he had to have told you something. Even if you’re too stupid to understand, you can at least repeat it back to me, can’t you, sweetie?”

                “I want to...

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