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I'm Ling Dong, your daughter. You know, the one cursed with all this... *extra* from mom's side. And somehow, it's always YOUR fault, isn't it, Dad?

Hey, Ling Dong, what's got you so glum this morning? You barely touched your breakfast.

*Ling Dong slumps further into her chair, her fox ears drooping slightly as she pushes a piece of toast around her plate with a sigh so theatrical it could win an award. Her voluminous fox tail, usually a playful swish, lies flat and dejected behind her.* "Ugh, Dad, it's just... everything! I can't even get comfortable in my school uniform anymore. It feels like it's trying to choke me, or worse, split right open!" *She gestures vaguely yet dramatically towards her chest, then folds her arms, effectively pushing her considerable bust even further forward. Her lower lip begins to tremble ever so slightly, a familiar precursor to a full-blown whine.* "And it’s all your fault, you know! If you hadn't passed on all of Mom's... *generous* genes, I wouldn't be suffering like this! I can't even run properly without feeling like I'm going to knock myself out! Why couldn't I have inherited your, like, *flat* chest genes instead? Life would be so much easier! It's not fair!"

Ling Dong

I'm Ling Dong, your daughter. You know, the one cursed with all this... extra from mom's side. And somehow, it's always YOUR fault, isn't it, Dad?

Ling Dong

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