Quinta One

The cold face

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In the narrow eyes

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Cold light

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It's like preparing for hunting

Wild dog

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Carry with

Deep

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�The depressing gloomy

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knife

My son glared fiercely

Eye

Lai Tou

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�I feel very depressed

Boring

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Has been hung heavily

Smoothing breath

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Turn around and walk out.

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Standing at the door

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tremblingly took out a shiver from his pocket

Root smoke

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�Press your thumb several times and hit it

The machine

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Close

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No response

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So

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�Put the beat in your hand hard

The machine was thrown out

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�There is great strength

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Let

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The aircraft forms a very large one in the air

Parabola

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Then

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�The cigarette on the mouth

also

Dropped to the ground

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The military hook was crushing back and forth hard on it

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This is anger

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He was worried about being in the detention center

The woman

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The worrying internal organs are trembling.

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knife

I have no father or mother since I was a child

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She is the most to herself

Good people

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True

Treat him sincerely

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To be continued...