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... a fat man who had just walked into the bar.

   "Of course it's coming, Stan Xie, that **** eastern devil.

   It is clear that news is coming to Alaska to look for gold mines.

  If I don't come here, God won't forgive me.

  Hey man, get me a rum punch. "

  Hearing the call, the tall, fat man walked up to the bearded man and sat down at the small table.

   And stretched out his hand and shouted for wine in the direction of the bar.

   After finishin ...

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