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Camellia Flowers
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- Kim Yu-jeong
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Our rooster got chased again today. It was time for me to come out after lunch and go out to cut wood. As I was about to climb the mountain, the sound of a chicken's torch was scolding me from behind. I turned my head in surprise, and sure enough, the two guys froze again.
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Source license reference: EBook #kowikisource:1923:247658 Public domain in the USA