"Boy, are you afraid of death?"
Shell's voice suddenly came in the dark night, as uncomfortable as the salty and humid sea breeze.
"No."
Wenyer answered simply.
"Then what are you afraid of?"
"Boy, are you afraid of death?"
Shell's voice suddenly came in the dark night, as uncomfortable as the salty and humid sea breeze.
"No."
Wenyer answered simply.
"Then what are you afraid of?"
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