I hurriedly asked my dad if he thought of a way, and my dad said that there was a fart way, he thought about it tonight, and he thought of it tomorrow and told me. I leaned in, my father glared at me, and said with a hatred that iron is not steel, stinky boy, is it easy for me to be your father, I finally dragged you to this point, you give me a good grasp tonight. Dad's words make me confused, this special mother...

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