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Today is Wang Weiguo's birthday. Oh My God. Suddenly I felt a warmth. At least, she didn't forget her father's birthday. At least she started saying happy birthday for the first time. Of course, maybe it has something to do with the fact that every time his father is born, he sends him a greeting card that was resold by his dead sister. But after all, she remembered him. I said, go back and please see him off. After all, it's the last time. She didn't answer, and she stopped laughing.
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