“Why are we whispering?” She matches my tone. “And who is he?”
“The devil,” I say in a hoarse voice, then gasp. “He disappeared and I hate it.”
“Why are we whispering?” She matches my tone. “And who is he?”
“The devil,” I say in a hoarse voice, then gasp. “He disappeared and I hate it.”
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