just-bring-the-coffee:

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“Do you really think so, Anata?”

“I know what I saw.”

“But that doesn’t mean anything.”

“I think it means something.”

“I think your opinion is being biased on your will to prove me wrong!”

“What are you two talking about?”, Sarada comes up between her arguing parents, head showing on the open door of their bedroom. Her father was sitting at the edge of their bed, his elbow supported by his knee, as he leant his face. He watched her mother walk back and forth in the side of the room, in front of the long mirror.

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