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... s strange. Did he have to confirm in advance before buying a book?

This wasn’t that kind of book. What was there to be sure of?

Although he did not read the title of the book, when he casually flipped through it, he was certain that there were no illustrations on it.

It was quite normal!

“Sigh, Sir, you have to take care of your health. You’re so young, so you have to know how to control yourself. Back then, when I was young…” The owner of the bookstore sighed as he s ...

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