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... n the center of the garden.
There are no more people.
Everyone shook his head: "Not me..."
Not them, who is laughing at it?
At this time, someone looked up at the garden cloister, a shabby swing.
Sitting on top of a small milk bag with a pink jade.
The clothes are not so gorgeous, even some gray and sudden, the hair is a bit messy, like just climbing up the eaves and crossing the nest.
It’s just such a ugly appearance that can’t conceal the sloppy ...
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