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"Good morning- Huh? What's wrong with you two?"
Elena walked out of her room, and found the two of us standing right there, in the middle of the living room, still process everything we just heard from that frog.
"A-Ah, good morning." I smiled. "N-Nothing at all! We were just… Err, admiring the view of the house. It's a pretty house, isn't it?"
"Yeah…" Mark nodded.
"Huh? You two are acting weird! What's wrong?" My daughter yawned. "Just tell me…"
She sat down to drink some tea in the morning, taking two slices of bread and putting them on the toaster.
"Well…"
I explained to her what just happened, and my daughter was still trying to understand too.
"Wait, what? Ugh, mom, why do you always get yourself involved with weird people? Is that your talent or something? Or just bad luck?" My daughter sighed, taking a bite out of a toast with both butter and strawberry jam.
