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We are very tired of this gray floor. We step on it every morning, and our slender shadows sweep over it; the long corridor is all covered with this floor, it is it in the classroom, it is also it when we go to the laboratory, and it is even what we see when we sit on the toilet in the toilet. It was dirty, with vague lines on its surface, and I felt indescribable pain when I thought about it. Have you never felt this way? It must have happened, I just didn't want to mention it. We won't talk about it.
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