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... ront to back.
Officers quickly got out of the cars.
Emily, doll-like, hopped down from a vehicle, her rose-red gothic attire clashing with the surrounding officers.
Her face showed exceptional excitement; she finally didn't need to interrogate those charlatans.
It was like sifting through shit for gold; all you found was more shit. Those intelligence-insulting methods were a dime a dozen.
Emily's eyes swept the area, and she called out, "Okayama, have your ...
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