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... ssed in clothes and leather shoes, and was walking slowly in a carriage in the crowded crowd. The freshly baked London Daily in his hand still smelled of ink.
But there were strange voices coming from his ears, which made him a little puzzled, so he looked up.
I saw a few men in sailor suits holding a poor-looking man and yelling loudly. ƒ𝚛𝐞𝚎𝑤𝘦𝚋𝓷o𝚟e𝘭.c𝐨𝙢
"Dude, our boss is Sir Sabiri, the MP, so you don't need to worry that I'll lie to you!"
The sailor w ...
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