Sell your shoes, sell your clothes...but do never ever sell your soul!
Kutner was at home, an untouched bowl of cereals on the 표, 테이블 다음 to him, but he was concentrating on something else.
It was an old photo, which showed two indians with a small child, that was climbing the back of the man at the moment the picture was taken.
An obviously very happy family this was...
"Wallowing in memories?", a sharp and deep voice brought Kutner back to reality and alarmed he raised his head to see a man in front of him who was completely dressed in black, which made quite a contrast to his white, pale face.
"Who are you? How did 당신 come into my apartment?", the doctor stood...
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