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... ow down, more beautiful than the color of the river.
Husband, husband, husband.
He bit his lip, it is definitely not her husband, she believes her husband.
"Hey...hee..." The ink figure stood on the tree next to the search, and looked distressed at the hand of the red liquid that was still going out.
It's blaming it is too useless. If it can be shaped, it can help the bastard, so that the search is not so worried.
"I am fine with ink, don't worry about me, I wo ...
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