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... Zhang Xuan still did not relax when he returned from the hanging needle. Afraid of Ruan Xiuqin's distressed nagging, she was reluctant to waste electricity. She wanted sixty-five kilowatts of electricity, so she continued to fight hard with a kerosene lamp.

   First, I wrote an article for the Metropolis Daily, and I plan to mail it when I go to the hospital tomorrow. When the manuscript was over, Zhang Xuan continued to dig into politics and history.

   Ruan Xiuqin woke up after ...

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