"Who is your worst enemy ?" She asked him, curiousity clear in her fragile voice.
"Hope." Is what he aswered.
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worst enemy
"Who is your worst enemy ?" She asked him, curiousity clear in her fragile voice.
"Hope." Is what he aswered.
