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... flavor, absolutely! Absolutely! No durian flavor! I have repeated it several times! Don't tell me you didn't hear what!"
Sirin bit the bullet and said nonsense: "I...I am a Tsarist Russian. I can't understand your British language. Is there a problem?"
"You...you really dare to say it!" Qiyana was about to explode, staggered, and almost stood up from the wheelchair, and went to pinch another 'Qiana'.
But in the next second, Sirin pushed back Qiyana who was about to fall, and ...
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