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e looked fresh and charming. She still kept her head down, her two hands, which were as slender as jade, entangled nervously, seemingly anxious about something, but it was unclear what she was nervous... the quilt over herself, like an ostrich trying to hide its head in the sand. She really wanted to be an ostrich, but her stomach wouldn't cooperate. After a night of intense exercise, she woke up fam...