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... r the kiss that the person in front of her wasn’t her Uncle Jones.
Truman Jones looked at the delicately carved little girl in front of him, "Who are you?"
Alice tilted her head, looking at the man who resembled Uncle Jones and had a sudden realization, "Oh, I know, you’re Uncle Jones’s older brother. Hello, uncle, I am Alice."
Truman Jones’s eyebrows slightly raised; indeed she was a clever little girl. He found her somewhat familiar-looking, but he could be sure that he ...
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