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... ring an adult call her a wild child for the first time, which made her unhappy. Her little mouth pouted, and suddenly she burst into loud tears, “I have parents, I’m not a wild child, I’m not a wild child…”
She grabbed a young woman standing near her, looked at her with teary eyes, and asked with a choked voice, “Sister, am I a wild child?”
The young woman saw Little Pudding crying so pitifully, her heart ached for her. She quickly comforted her softly, “Of course not.”
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