"Phoebe." The pope lowered his head. His eyes were gloomy. "You are our best nun. In this battle with the witch, you must serve as a spiritual symbol. Don't let the people blindly believe in Quan Bao La. , Her deceptive power is extraordinary, you have to beat her."
"Afterwards, I promised you to board the island."
"But I'm not an adult, can I do it?" Phoebe asked with a pure expression and a doubtful tone. "Isn't the city in the sky only an adult nun who can go up?"
Looking at Phoebe's pure and beautiful appearance, the pope smiled meaningfully: "There are also special cases."
"The last special queen left the island temporarily due to an incident, and just vacated a place for you. You have to take over his shift and continue to perform the duties of a nun on the island, purifying the filthy desires for everyone on the island. You seem to have this potential, so I let you go to the island in advance."
Phoebe blinked, and she smiled: "Then I thank the Pope in advance?"
Without hearing Phoebe’s questioning tone, the pope nodded with satisfaction, and then waved: "You go down first. I will explain the details to the bishop who brought you. Now I will discuss other matters with him."
Phoebe graciously bowed back.
After Phoebe left, the pope's face quickly became gloomy: "Has the condition of the male eel's continued production improve?"
"No." The bishop shook his head in fear, "In the beginning, the female eels we stole continued to produce female eels, but gradually, there were one or two male eels out of 10,000. We were very happy at the beginning, because these male eels can interact with all female eels. Unlike before, only one male eel can. This will speed up the production rate. At that time, we asked all women to treat their indigestible eels. , That is, the male eels were handed over to the Holy See, saying that we would deal with them, but in fact we put these male eels into the waters everywhere."
"Soon, we are ushering in the eel explosion period. At this time, the production rate of eels is actually out of control. There are eels everywhere. Some people will drill eels when they turn on the tap. The Holy See originally wanted to stop this eel plan. However, because the people at the time became more dependent and trusting in the Holy See, who proposed the eel solution, not only was able to collect a large number of eel bones that were digested and turned in by each household every day, but also The momentum and income were getting higher every day, so the pope at that time acquiesced in the continued advancement of the Eel Project."
The bishop swallowed: "But when the first witch appeared in the later period, the pope was also frightened. He really wanted to suspend the plan, but Quan Baola appeared."
"As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of all the people. She appealed to the people not to blindly let women devour eels, but to find other ways, and she was willing to come out and solve everyone's problems by herself. Soon she set up a saint patrol. At that time, the Saintess Patrol was a spontaneous organization independent of the Holy See. The problem was solved quickly. The leader Quan Baola was resolute and close to the people. Gradually everyone, compared with the Holy See, they were more willing to find Quan Baola to solve the problem. , The power of the Holy See gradually weakened, after hinting to Quan Baola twice that the saint patrol that wanted to take her was rejected, this made the pope at that time irritated and increased the male eel's efforts."
"Under this situation, witches began to appear in piles, and the Holy See opened the prelude to the trial of witches, and Quan Baola did not agree with this kind of trial. She opposed this kind of trial with a clear-cut stand and stood on the opposite side of the Holy See. "
"But in the later stage, there were more and more eels and witches. The people who had been under the protection of the Saintess Patrol finally lost control. They fell to the Holy See. At this time, you seized the right opportunity and successfully tried. Quan Bao La, after Quan Bao La was tried and defected, the country was finally completely under the control of the Holy See, and even the Holy See's Patrol was incorporated into the Holy See."
"We finally stopped the Eel Project, but, but..."
The pope added the second half in a gloomy tone: "But the production of male eels is completely out of control."
The bishop nodded tremblingly: "Yes! The male eels that were confiscated from all over the country, and the preparation witches can’t digest, can already fill the pool under the Sky City Prison, and the amount is still rising. We I don’t even know how many wild male eels there are in the wild..."
"This male eel is, but..." The bishop couldn't help shivering, and cried out in a collapsed voice, "But it takes our intestinal juice to dissolve it, Lord Pope!"
"Shut up!" The pope fiercely interrupted the bishop's scream, "Don't I know?! Otherwise, why should I hide these male eels on the island of the sky and isolate them from these female eels?!"
The bishop shivered when he was yelled, then paused, and quickly said in a low voice: "Why are there more and more male eels, aren't all the female eels that have been produced before?"
The pope fell into a weird silence.
Right, aren’t all female eels produced at the beginning? Why did it suddenly start to produce a lot of male eels
The other end.
The night was silent, everyone curled up on the ground and fell asleep. The full moon hung down from the sky, but was half obscured by a huge island.
Bai Liu sat on the top floor. He looked at the island, his eyes squinted.
"You came up alone, are you planning to talk to Jiayi about something?" Tang Erda was still awake. He and Bai Liu were used to vigil for others. The first night they entered the game, they usually didn't sleep while others slept. Yes, so seeing Bai Liu coming up, he also came up.
Tang Erda sat down next to Bai Liu, tilted his head to look at him: "You still can't worry about Jiayi, right?"
After all, it was the first time to take over the authority of a tactician, and it was still such a critical round.
"No, she is more thoughtful and stable than me." Bai Liu shook his head. He looked up at the island in a calm tone, "I'm thinking about other things."
"What's the matter?" Tang Erda asked.
"Jiayi just told me that the witch told her that a large number of contaminated eels are female eels. Male eels and witches are indigestible, but male eels are rare." Bai Liu thoughtfully said, "Any living creatures are indigestible." There is a tendency for overreproduction. In a species that has overreproduced, it is rare that there are so many females than males. Generally, there are more males than females."
"If an organism is to reproduce, it will indeed produce females in large quantities in the early stage, but when the number of females reaches a certain amount, it will be reversed, and this organism will begin to produce males in large quantities. This way. In order to achieve the purpose of overreproduction."
Tang Erda was a little confused. He hesitated and asked, "You mean... Actually, there are still a lot of male eels that witches can't digest, right?"
"Well, I personally guessed like this." Bai Liu paused, "Any kind of monster has its corresponding weakness and elimination method. This is the setting of this game. I am actually thinking if the witch's digestive juice can't be eliminated. Male eels, according to the symmetrical setting of this game, the one that can digest male eels should be..."
Tang Erda slowly said, "Men's digestive juice."
Bai Liu smiled: "Bingo, that's what I think, and I think a bit worse, I think it might be intestinal juice."
Tang Er had a bitter cold on his back. He looked at Bai Liu's wicked smile and helplessly lifted his forehead: "I finally understand why you brought me up to say this to me. Mu Sicheng wants to hear the setting you guessed. I was so scared that I covered my butt and jumped up."
"Why guess intestinal juice?"
"Because if men can digest the eel's liquid as saliva, then it is impossible to be undetected in this case." Bailiu held his cheeks in a lazy tone, "Now the eels have been overdone and need to go abroad to smuggle women to solve it, but ordinary The families of common people cannot afford the price of purchasing preparatory witch services, and because of large-scale witch trials, there are no women in many families."
"In this extreme and desperate situation, there will also be men who imitate the behavior of witches and swallow eels, trying to digest each other."
"At least two of the people we rescued downstairs have done this. They have strange scratches on the corners of their mouths, which are still fresh."
"If the hypothesis that men’s digestive juices can digest eels is true, then at least the upper digestive tract, which is easy for ordinary people to experiment, is unlikely. Otherwise, the situation of witches will not be so one-sided, then I think relatively speaking. It’s harder to experiment, or the lower gastrointestinal tract, which few people think of, is more likely."
"That is the intestines."
"Jiayi's guess is the same as my guess, but currently she has no suitable candidates for experimentation, so there is no way to draw the most accurate conclusions. In order to avoid inducement, she has not informed the witch of the conclusions she has deduced for the time being. "Bai Liu glanced at Tang Er, "So our task tomorrow will have another task besides saving the witch being tried."
Bai Liu smiled and said, "That is to capture a priest from the Vatican jury and experiment with Jiayi."
Tang Erda, who was in a cold sweat, let out a sigh of relief: "This is no problem!"
Scared him to death! When Bai Liu glanced at him just now, he thought that Bai Liu was going to say that since there is a lack of people, it is better to go over and do experiments for Jiayi. This kind of thing is not impossible for this person!
On the other side, the Papal Palace.
The smile on Phoebe, who came out of the main hall, disappeared for an instant and turned into a boring expression. She walked quickly across the garden, and before reaching the nun’s hall, she looked at the ladder on her right that went straight to the island. , His eyes stopped silently.
The ladder was shrouded in a silver-blue light shield. When she came, she tried twice to go up. Except for the loss of seventeen points of blood, she found nothing. Just like the pope said, there is no key. No one can go up.
But the scepter, which was the key, was held in his hand by the pope for a moment.
This pope can lock Hearts in prison, there must be some special monster setting or buff on him, she had better not act rashly until she figured it out.
But this doesn't mean she can't move.
"Qi Yifang, the bishop will give me a task later and let me be responsible for some witch trials. You remember, wherever he asks me to go, you and Liu Ji will apply to which trial court to go to." Phoebe said in a cold tone. Ordered.
Qi Yifang asked suspiciously: "What are you going to do?"
Phoebe raised her head and looked at him. There was no trace of emotion in her green eyes, but there was a pure smile on her face. She clasped her hands together and prayed religiously: "What else can I do? Of course it's to go to the trial court. People go to hell."
"Isn't this the essential job of a nun?"
If the pope can't move, then start with the priest at the bottom, and see what level the monster she can kill is in the Holy See.
Qi Yifang was terrified by Phoebe’s laugh, but as a player with league quality, when he knew that Phoebe had the tactician authority, he knew that there was only one word left for him to say to Phoebe, that is: " good."
"Tomorrow will be a tough battle. Take a good rest tonight." Phoebe smiled and waved his small hand to a boat. "Remember to pray before going to bed, so that the Lord will protect you from sleeping well."
Qi Yifang: "... good, good qaq."
Oh, queen, missyou!
Phoebe returned to the nun's hall. She was standing by her white lace bed. The silver moonlight was spilling on the side of the bed. She slowly raised her head and looked at the incredibly bright moon outside. The moonlight fell on her long golden curly hair. , Shining, her expression is indifferent and holy, her aquamarine eyes are like emeralds on a laurel crown, glowing with a misty halo, she closes her eyes and puts her hands together on her chest in prayer.
She always stood and prayed, and she never kneeled down to anyone, even when praying, no one in this world could make her kneel down, not even a god.
"May the Lord protect..." Phoebe said here, suddenly stuck, and then she shrugged indifferently, "Of course you don't have to protect it, I will personally send them to hell."
After she finished talking, she lay on the bed with her head unbiased in the center of the pillow. There was no wrinkle on the quilt. She folded her hands on her chest. This is a very regular way of sleeping. This is her. A devout mother taught her how to sleep like a prayer.
It was all things she didn't understand and found troublesome, but she was used to it.
She was noticed by her father since she had a memory.
Her father looked at her incredulously, took her to his knees amidst a bunch of boys, took off the gun she was holding tightly in his hand, and asked her: "Why are you holding the gun at you? Brother? You are still loaded? Who taught you?"
How did she answer? It seems to be, "Kill him and I can get the little bear in his hand. It is mine. I have warned him three times and he has not returned it to me."
"No one taught me, but I saw you use it."
Her father asked the so-called creature to be her brother to return the bear to her, but the other party would only cry and bite to death. He also used the bear to wipe her tears, so she grabbed the gun without hesitation and gave it. The little boy shot the bear in his hand, and the huge recoil of the gun directly dislocated her arm, and everyone stood up, including her father.
"What are you doing Phoebe?!" Her father looked at her in surprise.
The stupid boy who had robbed her little bear grabbed the remains of the little bear puppet shattered by the gun, and sat on the ground in fright, peeing all over the floor. She looked at her father, but laughed strangely: "Little Bear I don’t want it because he gets dirty, but he can’t want it either."
Her father looked into her eyes as if he saw a monster and a genius. He asked her in amazement, "How do you feel now, Phoebe?"
Phoebe smiled crookedly: "I feel very happy."
A pure driving force threatens the happiness brought by the opponent.
Since then, no one in the Xinqimani family dared to snatch what belonged to her. In order to give her a rightful heir to compete, her father married her biological mother, a woman of unknown origin. Sinchmani's house.
The woman was stunned when she saw her.
She was standing next to her father, dressed like a little boy, wearing a little boy’s riding boots, a little jacket, and her blond hair was cut to only a few centimeters short, stuffed into a hat, and she had never met herself. His biological mother just bowed politely: "The Hinchimani family welcomes you, mother."
She looked exactly like her father.
That night, her mother knelt and sat on her bedside and prayed all night. She said with tears: "Sorry, I came too late. They made you like this."
"You look like your cold-blooded and cruel father..."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't say that to you." She put her hand on her heart and prayed for her religiously, "The Lord will protect us."
"Mom." Phoebe lying on the bed said coldly, "The Sinchmani family don’t believe in gods. We only believe in ourselves. I respect your faith, but if you want to pray, you can go back to your room. If it is not enough, I will ask the servant to build a special prayer room for you. If possible, please go back and rest. I will have a firearms class tomorrow morning."
Her mother knelt before her bed in silence for a long time, and left in despair.
After picking up her mother, there was a short wave of her life. Her mother is really a very strange woman. She always has some unrealistic expectations and wishes, and there are always some incomprehensible tears and tears. Pray, there is always some delusional yearning for freedom, talking to myself all day long, saying that I hope that the Lord will destroy the dark family and let her and her children be free again.
Many people around her said in her ear that her mother was actually a lunatic.
But Phoebe doesn't think so. She thinks her mother should be a normal person, but in the Sinchmani family, a normal person can't survive.
Just a pitiful and helpless normal person.
When her mother again prayed with tears for Phoebe to pray with her, Phoebe lowered her eyes to look at her mother, and very rarely agreed to this matter of wasting her time to practice fighting skills and firearms.
"Only five minutes." She said calmly, "I can pray with you for five minutes on Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday."
Her mother cried with joy and said, enough, enough for the child.
She was put on the service of a nun, and when her mother said she was going to kneel and pray, Phoebe coldly refused. Her mother had no choice but to kneel next to her and pray.
"Pray that my Phoebe can turn into a bird to escape from here and go to the paradise of freedom."
Phoebe followed indifferently: "Pray that those idiots can shoot themselves to death during training today and go to the boundless hell."
Phoebe's mother: "..."
After her mother cried and laughed and corrected Phoebe's prayer three or four times to no avail, Phoebe finally fell in love with this prayer that would let others go to hell before going to bed? Activities, and her mother, she has always felt that such a normal person who is weak and incompetent at Xinqimani's house, actually condoned her cursing prayer behavior.
Isn't this a tarnish to her pious beliefs? Why not accuse her of doing something wrong, but every time after hearing her curse, just smile helplessly with her face next to her
Finally, once she asked, her mother looked at her with a smile and stroked her forehead: "A person's unrealistic belief in gods is an escape from one's own weakness and incompetence. You are right. , Prayer is indeed a very weak behavior. No matter how much I pray, I can’t take you away from Sinchimani’s house. Under this premise, I can’t blame you because your opinion is right. ."
She asked: "Then why pray?"
"I'm not praying to God." Her mother answered her lightly, "I'm praying to my soul, to your soul, and I'm trying to tell them that even if they are trapped here in this life, We must have love and hope in our hearts, whether it is you or me, but also keep our souls as they are, waiting for the day when we turn into birds and fly away from here."
"Even if that day is the moment of death."
"This is just a reminder."
Her mother, dressed as a nun, knelt in front of her religiously, closed her eyes and clasped her hands in the moonlight, and whispered softly: "My child, Phoebe and I, will one day get the freedom they want."
Looking at her mother's almost holy face in the moonlight, she discovered for the first time that this woman possessed a power she had always neglected.
A force that is completely different from holding a gun is a sense of belief that guns and external forces cannot destroy.
She believes in something, even if it will not come true, Phoebe saw such a strange belief for the first time, a weak, flexible, but indestructible belief, she dare to say that even if it was her father holding a gun Holding her mother's head, she would not stop praying for it.
Phoebe has always been taught by her father that the weak can be crushed, but at this moment, she feels that no one in the Sinchmani family can crush her praying mother.
But she should be a weak person, but she is clearly a weak person.
Phoebe doesn't like the weak.
But she extended the daily prayer time for herself and her mother to fifteen minutes.
Gradually, she grew up, and her advantage among the heirs became more and more obvious. Her father's subordinates never agreed with her at first, and changed to admiring her for her excellence, but every time she would be followed by the sentence "It's a pity Phoebe is a girl."
Phoebe was almost hearing this sentence, she was completely insensible.
It’s just that her father would sigh every time: "Yes, it would be nice if she was a boy like Daniel."
Daniel is another child of her father. She is three years older. She is another heir that her father is very fond of. She has a similar experience. Marrying Daniel's mother as a regular wife, and Daniel is like her, and their father is very similar. resemblance.
This similarity can be said to be in character or appearance. They are all standard blondes and blue eyes. When Phoebe had short hair and dressed in menswear, the two stood together like twins, just like arrogance. Indifferent and strong.
Of course they never stand together.
Just like the offspring of a lion will compete for food before they even open their eyes, before they realize that they are brothers and sisters, they realize that the other party is a competitor in their own identity.
"The heir is about to be selected." Her father patted her on the shoulder. "Phoebe has always had the best grades. Apart from gender, she is the most suitable heir."
"I thought about it all night. If she succeeds in the selection of heirs, then I can basically be her identity. As for the troublesome sex, I am going to let her always show her to others in a male costume."
"Always dressed in men's clothing?" A subordinate joked, "What a cruel father, Phoebe hasn't developed yet, how do you want her to pretend to be a man in the later stage?"
"What's the matter?" Her father said lightly. "A bra is enough. She won't develop anymore."
"Phoebe is cruel and strong like a man. The only drawback is that she is not really a man, but fortunately, she is not weak at all, and she won't even be able to bear the bitterness of bracing."
So that night, Phoebe received a tight corset. Her mother was beside her. When she lifted the corset, her expression was completely lost: "What is your father going to do?!"
"With such a tight chest, you are only ten years old! This will deform your chest cavity!"
"It's not starting to wear it today." Phoebe lay on the bed indifferently, and she yawned, "I will wear it when I start to develop."
"No!" Her mother was rare and serious, "You can't wear this! You are a child, and you must develop as you should. No one can disrupt your normal growth process!"
"I'm not obsessed with breasts." Phoebe turned her head lazily and looked at her mother lying on the bed. Bar."
"This is not the problem!" Her mother retorted her harshly. "The problem is that you can win without a chest! Why do you want to tie!"
"Can you win without a chest?" Phoebe asked in a puzzled way. "The group of subordinates said that if the chest is too big, it will keep shaking, which will affect the speed of drawing the gun, right?"
"Go to hell, dog men!" Her mother exploded in front of her for the first time in history. She explained to Phoebe very seriously, "Does anyone tell you that being too big will affect the speed of a man's running?"
Phoebe thought about it, she touched her chin: "That's not true."
Daniel should be developed, right? He didn't see a jam when he sprinted.
Her mother asked: "Then why does the chest affect the speed of the gun?"
"Why not allow tools to adapt to human organs, and organs to adapt to tools invented by humans? Humans can invent different underwear for gender, why can't they invent different guns?"
After Phoebe paused, she looked at her mother who was suddenly angry and paused subtly: "You calm down."
"But if you don't wear a corset, my father won't be satisfied." Phoebe spread his hands flatly, "He is not dead yet, at least I can't disobey him on the face, let alone you, of course."
Her mother languished quickly and looked at Phoebe with tears in her eyes.
After a while, her eyes lit up: "I can change this corset for you so that you can wear it without squeezing it."
"You try it on?" Her mother handed it to her nervously after the change, "Are you still strangling?"
Phoebe took the bra that didn't seem to have changed much, paused for a moment, and put it on: "It's not struggling."
She would be held back when she put it on before, but now she has a breathing space.
Seeing her mother staying up all night to fix up her bra, Phoebe felt... very strange.
She doesn't really care about this. The inability to develop breasts is really insignificant to her, and her seemingly gentle and weak mother will make such a fire for this insignificant thing, and then she will try her best to give it to her. She modified her clothes just to give her a space to breathe.
With her strength as a weak person, she can only give her such a little gap at Xinqimani's house.
Her mother let out a sigh: "That's good."
Phoebe looked at her and wanted to tell the other party that it was meaningless for the weak to struggle for this gap at Hinchimani’s house, but when she saw her mother kneeling and praying again, she said this again. Swallowed back.
Her mother knelt by her bed and prayed devoutly: "I hope that my children and I can grow up and die freely."
After her mother had prayed and left, Phoebe looked at the moon outside the skylight and thought, what is freedom
Phoebe reached out and touched the looser corset under the pillow so that she could continue to develop normally. She stroked the fine stitches on it, wondering if this is freedom
What a fragile freedom.
Soon, the heir's experience is coming. After all the children got the content of tomorrow's experience, they all squatted and cried. The only ones who could keep their manners and leave after bidding farewell to their father were her and Daniel.
But she saw Daniel's hand turning the door twice. His hands were shaking very badly. There was a hollow and haze in his apple-green eyes. And one of the playmates.
In the end, she reached out to help Daniel turn the door open.
When she left, she could still hear the complaint of her father behind her: "These children are too squeamish. They should be cut off early."
"They will be betrayed at any time in the future. If they don't even have the courage to raise a gun at someone close to them, how can they inherit the Sinchmani family."
The subordinate next to him praised: "Yes, you found your wife betrayed and killed her without any hesitation. It can be said that you are very resolute."
"My heir should have this kind of demeanor." Her father replied lazily, with regrets, "Daniel looks cold, but he is actually very sympathetic. This is not as good as Phoebe. I killed him back then. After his mother, I fell apart for a while."
"I hope he won't let me down again this time. Like Phoebe, he will show the courage to draw a gun at his mother tomorrow."
The back of Daniel, who was walking in front, paused, Phoebe clearly saw his fist clenched, and then left.
Phoebe turned her head and returned to her room indifferently. She also opened the door twice this time. It was not because of trembling hands, but because of sweaty palms. Phoebe didn't know why she was sweaty. She knew she was not one. People who sweat easily will not be able to hold a gun.
But why
"You are back." Her mother opened the door and asked carefully and worriedly, "Your face is so ugly, what is the content of the heir's trial?"
Phoebe looked into her eyes, the feeling of sweaty palms came again, she took a deep breath and told her everything.
But out of Phoebe’s expectation, her mother was very calm about this. She said: “You have the freedom and ability to fight for heirs. If you want to shoot me, shoot me.”
"No matter what it is, you are the best child I have ever seen. I believe you will not be biased."
Phoebe was sitting on the edge of the bed, and her hands began to tremble at this time: "What if I missed the shot?"
"Then I might be dead." Her mother's voice was as calm as a lake with no wind under the moon. When she said this, she actually smiled dignified and gracefully, "But death is in your hands. Isn't it better than dying in the hands of someone else in the Hinchmani family?"
"You will see my soul turn into a bird and fly away from here."
"Mom." Phoebe interrupted indifferently, "I don't believe in fairy tales."
Her mother sighed regretfully: "Okay."
When praying that night, her mother prayed the content as always. Very rarely, she did not stand, but sat on the bedside, looking at the moon outside the window, closing her eyes, and praying in her heart for the first time. :
"God... I hope you will bless me tomorrow."
"Of course it doesn't matter if you don't bless you." Phoebe opened her eyes. She looked at her mother's praying face with her eyes closed, her eyes pierced, and she took a deep breath, "I will definitely not miss it."
The next day.
After everyone fired the first shot, the whole place was in chaos. Phoebe's mother squatted down as if she was shot. Her mind went blank for a moment. She knew clearly that she had hit the apple and why she fell. Down
Soon, someone came up to announce: "A bullet from another child flew over, crossed the barrier we erected, and rubbed the lady's arm."
"Would you like to pause for a while?" his father asked her softly, "I asked her to change her posture and continue to top the apple."
Her expression was cruel, but her chest was violently undulating in that bra. She thanked the gap at this moment for allowing her to breathe normally in this situation, otherwise she would be suffocated to death due to lack of oxygen.
"Temporarily..." She was about to put down her gun and speak when she saw her mother's mouth through the scope.
Her mother was half kneeling on the ground in a praying posture, with an apple on her head. She looked at her. Although there were tears in her eyes, there was no fear in her expression. She said she would shoot.
You will win, you can win, you are a genius.
You won't miss it.
"No pause." Phoebe said calmly. "Stabilize mom in place and continue to change the apple. It will be over soon."
She pulled the trigger.
Just like her previous results, ten shots, she didn't miss a single shot.
Her father looked at her with awe-inspiring eyes, as if looking at a formed leader, and sighed and said, "You are perfect like a boy, Phoebe."
"This is not a compliment, father." Phoebe put down the gun with a cold expression, and she shook her numb hand and looked around. "I'm much better than the other boys you call."
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