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... it in the warm season.
"Ink deep, I want to pick fruit." The warm season turned to look at him, and there was already some intolerance in his tone.
The man looked down at the hand she was holding in his palm, and said vulgarly: "Which, I will help you pick it."
"I can pick it myself. I can go back after buying something. I guess the rain outside will stop. You put my hand away, I will come by myself."
She had to draw a few times, but the man never gave her the opportu ...
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