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The roof was covered with yellowed old newspapers, the walls were mottled, and the windows weren't made of glass, but were grimy paper panes.,There was a shrunken sack at the bottom of the tank. When I picked it up, it weighed four or five pounds, and it was full of noodles.,Looking back one last time, the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the bustling voices in the courtyard.。

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