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Down at the river, you ran into Old Man Zhou, a fisherman who guards his bucket like it is made of gold. Fortu…

Down at the river, you ran into Old Man Zhou, a fisherman who guards his bucket like it is made of gold. Fortunately, your silver tongue convinces him to lend it.

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