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... of them even puked on the spot. Despite the horrendous regime to become a guard, he still couldn't handle that stench that could kill a rat, or at least that was what Lyon proclaimed.
Disregarding the smell that could shrink one's nose into that of a pug. The pink-haired woman rushed to the side of the bed. She tightened up her upper lips as she looked at his father.
His chest heaved up and down and was looking nothing out of the ordinary. He was as it is as she first saw him wen ...
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