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... e palm of her hand are not the old ones that she used to wash. The lights on the top of her head are not the half that she is used to see. The style of energy-saving lamps, the pain in her body seems to have just been torn apart, lifting her wrist, the green purple purple mark on it, clear and obvious.
This is not a dream...
She licked her mouth and didn't want to let herself call her voice. She opened the quilt and saw that she was not in the air. The scream almost rushed out of t ...
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