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一大波水笔

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At dusk, on the street's side, in a convenience store.
Human, man, two men, one was old and the other one was young who were separated by the counter, and stood.
"Is it you?"
"It is me."
"Here you are."
"Here I am."
"You shouldn't be here."
"I am here"
"You've already been here."
"I've already been here."
Silence, long silence.
These two men stood at there and faced each other liked clay sculpture and wood carving, with the setting sun went to down,
"What is your intention coming here?" The old man finally broke the silence.
"Buying some soy sauce." Said simply and quickly, without any hesitation.
The old man whispered for a while, then said slowly:"How much a gallon you want to pay?"
"One dollar." Still said simply and quickly, without any hesitation.
The old man's expression has already changed and said:"You know that nobody can get soy sauce with one dollar per gallon from my store."
"I only want the soy sauce which is one dollar per gallon."
"For real?"
"Of course!"
The old men who

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