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A large red flower grows in the middle of the road, blocking the way forward.
The driver wanted to drive over. I held his shoulder and said, "Park."
The driver said strangely: "It's just a flower, it's fine."
"Parking!" I added a tone. He had to stop the car. I turned my head and said to Firefox: "Let the wood fox clean up the flowers."
Firefox frowned, but there was no objection. A soldier from the last car, in his twenties, was already a four-level wood ...
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