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... or mother, but having a father and mother does not mean having a home. From a young age, he was a grass on the wall, the conscience of heaven and earth, never he wanted to fall on both sides, but the hurricane on both sides wanted to uproot him to another house.
Every time someone asks where he is, he pretends to say vicissitudes: "What family is home, I am the home of the world."
He replied this way. Most of the time when he was talking nonsense, he passed by, and over time he was ...
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