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... their bodies.

“Sharon, are you Doraemon? Your backpack looks like Doraemon’s pocket,” Melinda said. She admired Sharon even more.

“When I saw it during the day, I picked some and put them in my bag. It’s better to be prepared,” Sharon said with a smile.

Originally, she had just thought of picking a few along the way in case they were needed. She did not expect them to come in handy.

“Everyone, rest well tonight. We still have a day tomorrow. We’ll only have the en ...

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