Father: Why are you so naughty, sweetheart?
Daughter: I don't know. You have to ask the gods. They made me.
F: They made your elder sister too. She's not like you.
D: I was made by the naughty gods.
F: And your sister?
D: Simple, by the sober gods.
Daughter: I don't know. You have to ask the gods. They made me.
F: They made your elder sister too. She's not like you.
D: I was made by the naughty gods.
F: And your sister?
D: Simple, by the sober gods.
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