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“No, daddy, no!” Ciel laughed and squirmed in his father’s hold as his father pretended to eat his fingers. “They’re not sausages, daddy!” Ciel exclaimed.
“I can hear Ciel laughing,” Alois commented to his mother as they put the dishes away for the staff to wash later. “I wonder what made him want to eat dinner. I’ve known him for two years; he’s hardly ever eaten.”
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