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In the summer afternoon, she held a very beautiful book, laughing and beckoning, letting him practice his martial arts.
The sun was just right, she sat in the rocking chair he had personally gave her, the shade of the tree was mottled on her white face, and the sound of the cicada song was in her ear.
When he came over, she smiled and pointed at a word he could not understand.
"Hey, tell you something interesting."
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One person said to the old monk: "I ...
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