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Dogman came back in the night, his face red from the cold, the snow on his black wallet glittering in the light. He took off the black wallet in his room and shook it gently. Snowflakes followed the wallet and drew a white line on the black leather.

Ming Dao sat on the sofa with the remote control in his hand watching Dongping News. Wang Mengying was lying on his lap like a Persian cat