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... a child, has stayed at this inn.

The eyes opened and others looked at each other, and the gesture was uneven. It was waiting for the door, and suddenly the lights in the house disappeared and the silhouette disappeared. Then there was a rush of fast and fast footsteps. A girl yanked open the door and shouted: "A group of stinky men in the middle of the night gather in front of the old lady to do something? Your grandma, I want to take a shower. Now, what are you doing here? Ah?!"

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