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... he aroma of baked goods.
"The swirling winds and flying dragons, how magnificent they are,
The withering grass and trees, how dejected they appear."
Little Moustache dropped his book bag,
Letting out an indistinct exclamation.
Jiang Mianmian looked up at him.
Father took off the hat from her head, revealing her crooked little sprout, and straightened it.
Then Little Moustache and Fathe ...
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