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... yes were drooping, bloodshot, and the fingers hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist. My veins burst out.
His eyes were dull, as if he had been abused, staring at the three people not far away. The little girl's crisp laughter came one after another, and her words of father were still echoing in her ears.
I can't complain that he saw the little girl familiar on New Year's Eve, I can't blame him for hearing him make that man's father's heart ache, heh, is God joking wit ...
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