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... or panted, his chest fluctuated, until he felt a wetness in his palms, and found that he was sweating profusely, and the sweat from his palms almost soaked the silk surface of the futon under him.
The soul was still there, and the shock was uncertain.
Looking around, the buddha's image still looks strange.
Even the deep and inexplicable laughter seemed to echo in my ears, clear and memorable.
"Hey, what happened ...?"
"His Majesty almost took advantage of the d ...
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