My children have names. The noisy one is Boku, because it's a word it should learn; and the naughty one is Kimi, because I'm really that unoriginal. (Nee-san says that if I treat them like children, they'll learn to shape up. Don't ask.)
That isn't the highlight of my morning though. Nee-san's agreed to watch Kimi till the weekend, while I replace
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