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... p dropped pants became a flag flying in the wind. I don't wear a one-kilogram big gold chain anymore -- I can't carry it anymore.
He staggered to the entrance of the stairs, grabbed the handrail on the stairs, and tumbled down.
By the time he rushed to the first floor out of breath, the situation was precarious.
The big iron gate, which was two meters wide and three meters high, was bulging up to the naked eye, and a group of bony black buddies pitifully used their ...
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