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The roof was covered with yellowed old newspapers, the walls were mottled, and the windows weren't made of glass, but were grimy paper panes.,Another thought pops up, the teapot back in my hand.,Du Fei frowned and didn't plan to cook himself. He turned back into the inner room and began rummaging through boxes and drawers.。

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