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... making him unable to resist scratching the itchy earholes.
In the dim light, sitting behind a greasy fir table, Liborole waved his dye-worker hand with ragged fingernails at Rangbang: "Here, sit here!"
Rangbang took off his wool vest and sat next to Liborole, who pounded his shoulder: "Why are you so late? What were you up to?"
Pulling the sleeve of his linen shirt to hide his arm, Rangbang's eyes were a bit evasive: "I overslept."
Liborole eyed Rangbang up and d ...
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