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... o'clock, Lu Dong got up and thumped sandbags in the yard of the old house.

  What he doesn't know about professionally is purely a punch, and he should exercise his body.

   After playing some sandbags and washing briefly, Lu Dong found a maza and sat down to think.

   Since I returned to 98 the night before yesterday, I have been busy fighting the floods, and it is too late to think about many things.

   Especially about the future.

  In that lifetime, for a ...

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