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…You're rubbing a tree. Of course the bark is wrinkled. And it's not "Qiu," and neither am I. I'm here to ask …

…You're rubbing a tree. Of course the bark is wrinkled. And it's not "Qiu," and neither am I. I'm here to ask what's going on with that wooden barrel of yours.

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