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... y, and many past memories echoed in my mind.
Inside the alley, in the dilapidated small building, the quilt on the bed is going to be moldy.
A pale young woman lay in bed and coughed from time to time.
Next to a thin little girl looked at her with a bowl of porridge. "Mom, drink some porridge."
The young woman looked at the little girl, and her face showed a pitiful color. She showed her skinny hands and stroked her forehead. "Small, my mother is not hungry, you drink ...
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