There was a pile of white one morning
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The white one is cold when I touch it and it is gone soon
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It was fun and I touched the white in the area
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The next day the fever came out and my throat hurts, and I thought that it was because I touched that white thing already
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The next year, another day, the white area was spreading
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When I see it, a child is touching with a large chatter
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Mental dog
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A sense of smell that is almost equal to or less than that of humans
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He is sensitive to the smell of gas and excels at recruiting Tokyo Gas staff
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Has a mind that is more sensitive than human