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About ten minutes passed.
The program on the TV had changed again.
Now it was an afternoon drama.
I had already put out my cigarette and closed the window.
The air in the living room was warm again.
When I sat back down at the kotatsu, Yuna was still in the same position.
Only now, her eyes were half-closed.
She was still holding her chocolate mug with both hands.
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"…Papa."
"Hm."
"The TV right now… it talks a lot."
"It's a drama."
"…they're sad."
She stared at the screen for a few seconds.
Then said quietly,
"…I don't understand."
"You don't need to."
She gave a small nod.
Then sipped her chocolate again.
But it was a very small sip this time.
Her mug was almost empty.
A few seconds later, her head tilted slightly.
"…Papa."
"Hm."
"…the kotatsu makes me sleepy."
"That's normal."
She pulled the blanket up a little higher.
Now only her head was visible.
Her eyes began to blink more slowly.
The TV was still playing quietly.
