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... alk on his own, so, he carried the other on his back like a doll, and introduced him to all parts of the estate: “This is the kitchen, where we can wash the ingredients and cook together; this is the study room, while I work here, you can read or play games on the desk or the bay window at the side; this is the home theater, where we can watch your favorite movies together; there’s also a yard, with the backyard being wider than the front yard. So, there won’t be any problem whether you want to ...

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