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... his shoulders: "I can know why, John?"

John Aniston said: "For so many years, Jenny has been hating me in my heart. I am also very embarrassed about the things of the year. I always hope that she can forgive me. She called me last night, you know? She is the first I took the initiative to call me, I almost jumped up with joy. The reason why my daughter called was actually to let me help her boyfriend, the guy who might take my daughter away."

Well, this reason is very strong, the ...

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