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Narrator:
Hard to say when, but sometime as long ago, as the old-clay times in a certain plasticine area...
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Narrator:
...And he went to get the New-Year tree for the third time, and finally got it, but it was already spring, and he returned it.
Man:
[puzzled, scratching his head] I don't get nusin'.
Man:
Zet's not enuf, y'see.
Man:
[knocking] Anybody home? Ah, who cares...复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
