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... hand and looked at the monsoon smoke.
"Where...where...I...this is also a slap in the face of alcohol..." The cold sweat behind the season brown soaked in the clothes, but his face was still holding a false smile.
The monsoon smoked a light smile, sitting casually on the side of the chair, slender legs and overlapping, so that the whole face of the face of the seasony brown.
"Second, what happened in this season? How do you end up with white sails? Isn't it... the uncle is ...
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