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The man ruffled his wet hair, his eyes pained. He picked up a small string and played with it. The ice-like silk touch made him love it so much that he could not let it go.

This was his favorite hair strand. Unexpectedly, the little fellow cut him off. He didn't want to see anything missing from his body. Even his hair would make him feel uncomfortable for a long time.

"Baby

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