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... ’s wrist.
Her plump body contrasted terrifyingly with the slender branch beneath her buttocks. From afar, it looked almost like a millstone-sized fruit had grown on a small blade of grass. What was most interesting was that she was swaying with the branches in the wind.
A dozen people who were dressed in different attires were standing around that small tree. There was a fierce-looking middle-aged strong man who looked like a butcher; a neat, solemn-looking old professor; a q ...
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