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... dual-colored birds—white and pink—wheeled above a vast, ordered farmland.
The morning sun’s first rays stretched across the neat, fifty-row lines of pineapples to the left, painting the dew on their spiky leaves in gold.
A sharp, frantic sound cut through the cool and clean, ripe fruit air as boots pounded hard on the soil.
A lady with a curvy form sprinted across the field, her breath coming in ragged gasps, while her breasts jiggled like rubber.
She skidded to a ...
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