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... ut it’. He probably wouldn’t come.
Feeling a little down, Wen Qiao went to the self-service vending machine on the first floor of the Art Center to buy a bottle of coffee. She unscrewed the cap and took a sip, then looked outside.
The wenci Art Center was facing the street, and most of the parasol tree leaves had fallen off. The asphalt road was clean and tidy, and the road was narrow. Occasionally, cars would pass by, and Wen Qiao couldn’t help but take a few more glances. f𝙧𝒆 ...
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