where is my daughter?
mom asks
she is in the closet, changing her clothes.
sister replies
tell her to hurry up, we must leave.brother is crying in the closet.
all his clothes are too feminine.
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where is my daughter?
mom asks
she is in the closet, changing her clothes.
sister replies
tell her to hurry up, we must leave.brother is crying in the closet.
all his clothes are too feminine.