I have to relax myself, maybe I think it's wrong. "What drink?"

"Beer," he was really proud.

"Ahh, beer." I smiled first as I nodded. His head turned to see my reaction as to whether I was angry. He's really good.

I softly squeezed her in the ear. But he was so sorry that I barely gave him strength.

"Oh my gosh, Raffa!" He complained.

"You got to drink in your situation, ah? Even though many weeks passed when you happened, you shouldn't be complacent. You see I'm still here. As long as I'm here, you're not okay . ” It was my sermon that he would have eaten.

"Raffa,...