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th rain and mud, as if she had rolled around in a ditch. Her face and lower legs were smeared with mud, and her hair was tangled with weeds. His face contorted with each passing moment. He couldn't b...f people, how can they even neglect cleaning the room, leaving him smelling so sour!She reached out, gently leaning in until she finally rested her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it firmly. That's w...