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... the ground and twitching, and there was a lot of blood on his dirty fur.
"Forget it, lad! A stray dog is quite pitiful, so why bother with it..."
Thinking to be an elderly person beside her, she whispered.
"Go away, old thing! Steal my chicken legs, don't kill it today, I'm so named after it..." A young man in his twenties with dyed yellow hair, his hands He held a bottle of beer and cursed at the old man.
At first, some people who wanted to speak up to dissuade him ...
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