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I kept getting notifications from text messages, so I picked up my phone from beside the bed. It was September 14th, 2029, at 9:32 am.,Ginger Ning was not happy, an endless fatigue surged within her.,He was a top student in both the middle school and high school exams, even getting into medical school as a sophomore. He still had five high school seniors under his tutelage, charging 200 yuan per lesson.。

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