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It was a beautiful spring in Paris, and there was a girl lying on the lawn, the book right in her face, until a shout came from all directions.

A anxious woman called out, "Ilyaunvol avolé monsac." "A thief stole my bag."

Following that, he heard the sound of chasing after him. The girl tapped her feet as she counted in her mind, "One, two, three …"

When she counted to three