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The late autumn night was suffused with chill wind.Waves after waves of cold wind, tricky and cunning, were always blowing when people relaxed their guard, engulfing the last remnants of summer and causing people's hair to stand on end.However, people in Barcelona, a brightly lit city,

didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all.Even though it was already late at night, the streets were still bustling with people.

The streams of people did not stop because of the bone—piercing cold wind. ...

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