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"You wonder who the hell invented soft tissue contusions, they should be taken out and shot."
Fang Huai sat on the flower terrace in the backyard playground, looking up at the azure sky, feeling the sharp pain in his leg with every movement, and he let out a sigh.
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"Thud, thud, thud," came a sound from the cell phone.
"What are you doing, ringing a bell over there?"
"I'm knocking on your big head."
"Can't you be a bit gentler?"
"No way, you fell yesterday, and only told me today! Turtle Fang, I'm not going to be the world's number one friend to you anymore!"
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