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... introduce himself to others.
Who is he, and who knows?
What's more, the rebels have been searching for his whereabouts, and his identity can never be exposed to the sun.
The breeze of the monsoon smoke was wrinkled, and he looked at the painful eyes, raised his hand and took his face.
"No, you have a name, you are a fire, I am getting."
The fire was very strange and raised his eyes, and he was steadfastly confronted with the monsoon smoke.
"You are call ...
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