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... er. Even then, this group of villagers, numbering around 30 people, were continuously moving ahead despite running out of breath.
Plop—
“Mommy, my legs hurt.”
“My child! You must hurry and stand back up. Hurry!”
“But my legs…”
“Excuse me! What are you all doing there instead of hurrying along?!”
The mother, left with no choice, picked up her child. It was then that someone began scolding her.
It would be normal for at least on ...
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