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... aw the sour spiritual fruit that had been washed not long ago on the table and stopped in his tracks. Then, he walked to the table and sat down, his long and well-defined fingers stretching out lazily.
He pinched the largest and plumpest sour spiritual fruit and popped it into his mouth.
He casually flipped open a book with a relaxed posture. Just like every day before, he stayed quietly alone.
After a while, he tore his gaze away from the book and looked out ...
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