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... mosquitoes just die!" He had just sprayed insect repellent, but being in such an environment, the bandit still felt unbearable discomfort all over.
Perhaps he had grown too accustomed to wining and dining that he had forgotten the hardships of his earlier days as a small-time thug, to the point that even this kind of environment was becoming intolerable.
He was even beginning to envy his companion nearby, who seemed content being brawnier and simpler-minded. At least that guy se ...
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