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... doesn't want her to be difficult at all, and doesn't want her to be jealous.
Cloud painting did not disappoint his good intentions, went to take a blanket and covered him.
"Is the medicine to be rubbed here?" The cloud painting saw a long scar on the back of his knee. The wound was completely healed. The scar was pink, obviously new meat that grew out, and some redness.
"Well, I will come by myself," he whispered.
"I am coming." Cloud painting whispered.
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