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... e warm season, I picked up the phone and picked up the phone. I didn't pay attention to it for a while, and the finger pressed to the hands-free.
I heard the summer sweet roar in my mobile phone: "I don't care! If you break my marriage, you must find me a man who looks like a doctor and looks like a doctor." Otherwise, I will come out! This small injured heart can't be cured at all!"
Seasonal warmth: "..."
"I want a man! I want to be handsome! Season warm! You have to pay me ...
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