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Pass through Xue Lan’s lubricious lamplight, I am watching each person. Each man that these brush a shoulder beside me hurriedly and passes, woman. Everybody is taking the countenance of his inherent professionalism, stand on platform, when train comes, squeeze from different door on same regular bus, step down in different station mouth again. No less than we the place that never is the same as, go to this same in city, the story that having mixing endinging us with the means that differs severally next, even life. Different person, different story, different outcome.

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