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... s back. He pursed his lips; for once, she was finally quiet.
Arriving in town, Ivy Miller got off the bike and handed him her jacket, "Uncle, are you cold?"
"Not really," though the wind after the rain was indeed quite biting.
"Go inside to send your parcel; I’ll wait for you here."
"Okay," Ivy Miller carried the plastic bag into the parcel station, which was essentially a little convenience store that also handled shipping and receiving.
Seeing that she d ...
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