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Sophia, wearing a red tartan skirt, was shaking slightly in the minus 5 degree air. Her car's tail number is 1 and it is suspended today. During tight working hours, taking a taxi every time is like buying a lottery ticket and trying your luck. No, she had been waiting for half an hour, she was almost freezing, and she was about to be late, but there was no hope at all in the crowded traffic. She stretched out her straight arm towards the taxi that was still unknown. A gray Audi A6 stopped in front of her. The car window rolled down. "Miss, where are you going?" Comrade Zhao Mo appeared on stage.
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