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Meanwhile, Mrs. Miller stared blankly at the message from her daughter. "Going to Emilia's place, won't be back till tomorrow evening? Huh?"
Mrs. Brown smirked. "I got something similar from Dixie, too. Well, looks like the girls are going to have some… fun. If you know what I mean."
The blonde woman looked away in embarrassment. Even if she wanted to refute that her Crystal wasn't that type of girl… well, it was true that her daughter really was a pervert, wasn't she?
Mrs. Miller couldn't help but sigh helplessly. "Sorry. Even though you agreed to help me out—"
The dark-haired woman chuckled. "It's fine. Actually, even if I questioned your daughter in a roundabout manner and ascertained the matter to make sure you're not 'misunderstanding' the situation… it wouldn't really mean anything, you know?"
