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... oman looked at the small snow falling in the sky, and could not help but stretch out her little hand.
The touch of the palm in the palm of the hand made the troubles of Duanmu smashed a lot, and suddenly he played with a big heart, his hands held a handful of snow on the ground, and then the snow was pinched into a snow group.
When she was a child, she also played snowballs and piled snowmen with her grandfather. I remembered my grandfather, Duanmu's fingers, unconsciously depictin ...
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