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... ent, but he steadied himself, took a long drag of his tobacco pipe, and slowly said, “Since you are a comrade-in-arms, come in and have a seat.”
A room, an earthen pit, a mattress made of straw, walls blackened by smoke, windows papered over, and an old man hunching his body, puffing on a tobacco pipe.
Ye Tian wished he could tear his internationally branded clothes to shreds and burn them in the stove.
“My home is humble, excuse the mess.”
“No no no, you sit firs ...
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