[The monocled man blinks away a solitary tear, but he does not brush it away. No! He lets his grief run wild and free like a stallion down his cheek. He feels he must share in his newfound daughter's pain... his only daughter! The fruit of his passion! A fierce embrace cometh, and the pickle jar shatters as he abandons it to the pavement.]
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[The monocled man blinks away a solitary tear, but he does not brush it away. No! He lets his grief run wild and free like a stallion down his cheek. He feels he must share in his newfound daughter's pain... his only daughter! The fruit of his passion! A fierce embrace cometh, and the pickle jar shatters as he abandons it to the pavement.]