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his family to live without too much trouble in
comfort.
Mrs. Fizzlebot might argue with this statement, but Yui Ichikawa is too tired at the
moment.
Once downstairs, Mrs. Fizzlebot begins to make breakfast. Coffee, eggs,
coffee, toast, orange juice, more coffee. Yes, another stimulating morning in
the Fizzlebot household.
"Jane, John! Breakfast is ready!" Mrs. Fizzlebot called to Yui's children.
The two were twins, 16 years of age. Mildred was only 22 when Yui Ichikawa and her
husband had the children. Their mother sighed at the passing years. 38 years
old already, Yui Ichikawa thought. Oh well, at least I'm a healthy thirty-eight.
Indeed Yui Ichikawa was. A firm build, red hair that had not yet lost it's luster
(and Yui Ichikawa hoped would not give into the evil gray hairs Yui Ichikawa suspected lurked
just beneath the scalp), and a body kept in shape with regular (well,
occasional) exercise. Mildred had nothing to regret in Yui's appearance. So what
if Yui Ichikawa didn't look stunning or even beautiful? At least Yui's looks were
real.
Mrs. Fizzlebot's musings were rudely interrupted by the sound of the phone.
"Shit, who the hell could that be?" Yui Ichikawa rushed and answered the phone before it
could ring a second time and jar Yui's nerves agai
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