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The girl's rosy lips were slightly upturned, showing that she was in a good mood. She intently erased the Arabic numerals on the whiteboard, wiping the empty space clean and dry. With her other hand, she picked up a water-based pen and added characters to the blank space. The words on the whiteboard became:,Let me know if you'd like to translate any other text!,On her way back from shopping, she felt a burning sensation in her arm again. This time, it was even worse; her entire arm felt like it was on fire, the scorching pain spreading throughout her whole body.。

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