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... ocked down by him. He looked surprised: "... Gray is it? How are you?"
"Well, why can't it be me?"
Lori mourned with a cold face in Conan, a small hand groped around, touched a mobile phone pendant, and stood up and said: "...is you, detective, you are so anxious, you have to rush Is it a tire?"
"Oh... this..."
Conan was stuttering, and at this time, the sidewalk uploaded a beautiful voice: "Ah? Little mourning! Are you okay?"
Sakamoto’s number of beautiful wor ...
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