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... dressed in clothes and leather shoes, and was walking slowly in a carriage in the crowded crowd. The freshly baked London Daily in his hand still smelled of ink.
But there were strange voices coming from his ears, which made him a little puzzled, so he looked up.
I saw a few men in sailor suits holding a poor-looking man and yelling loudly.
"Dude, our boss is Sir Sabiri, the MP, so you don't need to worry that I'll lie to you!"
The sailor who spoke was fles ...
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