“Do you believe in ghosts?” Cow asked.
“Fifty percent,” I said.
“Are you afraid of the ghosts?”
“No, I'm not. I’m afraid of humans.”
“Why?”
“Because the ghost doesn't eat pig, but humans do.”
Cow nodded its head, “You're right.”
It was evening. Robert lay on the ground, Crow stayed on the table, and I sat in the chair. We didn’t talk about anything, just relaxed. The...
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