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The king of grave robbers
I don't know if it lasted a few seconds or a few minutes. I heard Tanino shouting loudly: "Wind, wind-what are you doing?" When I woke up, the tap was turned on, and the white water ran freely, forming a stream on the ground. In the desert, no one dares to waste water like me, which is a crime. I reached out to turn off the tap, only to find that my palms were full of cold sweat. Tanino stood...
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