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Orin squatted down, looking at the motionless Crocodile lying on the lounge chair, and poked her cheek.
"Move a little, eat something. You don’t wanna starve to death on the Oro Jackson, do you?"
Orin snapped his fingers.
A plate of seafood fried rice appeared on the dining table in front of them.
Orin stared at her like that, and she stared back at him with a deadpan look.
Orin: "..."
Crocodile: "..."
Maybe it was because she was t ...
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