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... couldn’t be bothered to pretend to be passersby anymore.
One person called out to another, and they all scampered back home, pulling out everything from wooden bowls and earthenware pots to even coconut ladles, afraid that if they were even a little slow, there would be none left for them.
"This kid is still as soft-hearted as ever." Michael and the other warriors unconsciously shared the same thought: "Could it be that the previous times they shamelessly came to freeload, he als ...
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