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Uncle Jiang left three years ago, and now I'm almost as tall as he was. Next time we meet, he won't be able to…

Uncle Jiang left three years ago, and now I'm almost as tall as he was. Next time we meet, he won't be able to knock me on the head anymore.

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Uncle Jiang left three years ago, and now I'm almost as tall as he was. Next time we meet,… | Where Winds Meet Database