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... on Jiang Zemin's shoulder.
Her arms were draped loosely over his shoulders, clutching on just enough to keep her balance as she stood on the back pegs of the old bicycle. Her hair flew behind her like a dark banner, eyes squinting against the wind.
"If you were planning to go, you should've decided earlier!" Jiang Zemin snapped, trying to catch his breath as he pedaled with everything he had. "I don't like these last-minute plans, you know!"
"Stop whining and go faster—or ...
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