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... dentally said the words "Paradise is fake", and then died inexplicably.

But this fat man actually spoke ill of him recklessly!

And the other party didn't seem to have any concerns. Not only was he not afraid, he also sat on the ground and buttoned his booger leisurely.

"The information on the note is just a piece of fun for most people." Fatty said a little dejectedly: "Life in Paradise is too nourishing, even if there is another secret, no one wants to come back to us. the ...

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