A woman, with a hairstyle ahead of her time, her clothes ahead of her time, wearing a low-cut suspender suit in the cool autumn weather, and the three words printed on her chest by the two peaks -

"The table forces me" - prop up prominently and plumply. Such avant-garde and cultural makes her proud, and she walks on the street empty.

Suddenly, a man stepped forward and grabbed his daughter and asked:

"How much does it cost once?" The woman scolded angrily. The man also looked angrily, pointed to the three words on his chest, and shouted:

"I'm forcing the table (), and I won't let you ask the price, I'm afraid you'll be black!"

"It is said that the distance is the hometown" hit the nail on the head Sixth, the table forced me to hit the hand, please wait a moment,

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