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... he walked back and forth with his hands, occasionally slashing and practicing, and occasionally sang a few words. ", he is used to life here.
"Where will I return to my home."
"Where can I return to my home."
"The chain locks me."
"Friends, listen to me singing songs-"
The footsteps came.
The young prison guard went to the door and smiled and said: "Mr. Zhang, sing again?"
"Yeah." Zhang Wei said: "Hanging the scorpion, the basic skills can not be ...
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