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... >King D, L, was hung by six people in this way.

Later he was asked to help take pictures.

Those who can do this kind of thing are estimated to be Mu Xiaoxiao in this world.

Dick just smiled, as she called herself.

Six people were sitting in a row on the sand dunes, showing the orange red of the sunset, and the silhouettes they photographed had artistic beauty.

Of course, there are also funny pictures.

Anyway, the six enjoyed themselves on the sand dunes ...

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