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... this shallow depression, at some point, a layer of light-yellow straw had been stacked up. Judging by its freshness, it was clearly from the batch that Song Tan’s family had just harvested this summer.
Above this layer of straw, there lay an orange cat with fur even darker than Datian’s, languorously licking its snow-white front paw without a care, seemingly oblivious to the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves in front of the hollow, to Datian "squeaking" over, and to the coun ...
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