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383 Good Luck
Andrew stopped smiling gradually and said casually, "Don't be so mean!” Andrea raised the corner of her mouth and sneered, saying earnestly, "Mr. Clifford, I am not afraid of being killed. You don't have to torture me. It is not good for both of us. Besides, try to be a mature man. Think about it when you are free." "Yes, I will." Andrea would have believed Andrew would defend himself. She never expected that Andrew behaved well. Andrea suspected that Andrew had his considerations and kept something in his mind. Andrew looked very anxious. He had been an arrogant and free young man, but now he became a silent and mature man. Lance was not far away from Andrea. He kicked a discarded empty can which was flying in the air, making a circle and finally fell onto the barren sand. Andrea k
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