There was a laugh in the classroom again. Estimated that there are ten to a disciple, to finish, he can not wait to see his beauty, with light in the end did not hold back, open the book, his fox beauty, although only one side, but enough to hook his whole heart and soul.Chiang went to sick and now pulled down his old face and said, “I’m really in love with your mother. You see, we missed the twenty-three years.”Criminal not present?” he said, shaking hands with the two ladies and peering near-sightedly about.[Pg 101]
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