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Chang Ping looked out the window at the white clouds under the blue sky, and said to Ma Xiaolong: "I am just a frog with bloodshot eyes, longing for the mercy of the white crane flying high in the sky, hoping that she will take me to the sky with her."
Ma Xiaolong asked: "Then what am I?"
Chang Ping replied without thinking: "You and I are the same kind, a frog with high morale, but I don't need your sympathy."
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