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... t look.
At first, I couldn’t figure out what that twisted look meant.
It was a gaze that I had never seen before, an uncomfortable expression I have never encountered.
Pity.
It was with pity that my nephew stared at me.
I couldn’t understand it.
The distinction between the weak and the strong is clear.
Everyone who is watching who between us is strong and who is weak.
If someone was to be pitied, it was his nephew.
But what is with t ...
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