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... trians were in a hurry. The sound of footsteps alarmed the wild cats by the roadside.
The wild cat darted into the dusky bushes with a whoosh, but it turned its head curiously.
The peddler grabbed a feather duster to brush away the snow that had been blown onto the table by the sudden strong wind. Then, he ran outside and tiptoed to drag the crude oilcloth out a little.
After a day of cultivation, the martial artist headed to the restaurant in the afternoon. He weighed th ...
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