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... mage at all?
Suddenly, the monsoon smokes his eyes, the anger on his face disappears without a trace, and a sly smile blooms in the corner of her mouth. She walks slowly to the front of the fire, and the white little hands carelessly pass through the fire. The chest, the fingertips if you have nothing to lightly sway.
"Small fire, did anyone tell you that you really are not suitable for calming."
The fire was a slight glimpse, and the place where her chest was smashed was li ...
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