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DO NOT BUY FLY DUAL SIM MOBILE HANDSETS

Never buy FLY B700 DUO. That company will cheat you. No service or good behavior. Technically very poor performance. Speech is not audible to the other person. Dont waste money. This i am telling from personal experience.
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