"What time is it?" I blew out a light blue smoke ring and looked at the decaying Byzantine building.
"It's a quarter to eight o'clock." Heljic Doza glanced at his Omega gold watch and took a deep breath of the cold winter night air. He is a mixed race. In his tall body of 1.98 Meters, the blood of at least 7 races is mixed. "My great-mother was of Eskimo descent," he told me once. But that doesn't stop him from being my best friend.
"Let's go!" I picked up the heavy travel bag. Walk towards the abandoned farm.
"Wait a minute, Don!"
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A very good short story.
By the way, it is still a classic by the old author.
A very good short story. By the way, it is still a classic by the old author.