“when you were young, what were you most afraid of?” ender said softly as he lied on the grass, head tilted back looking up at the stars. his arms were tucked under his neck, long legs stretched out in front of him, a true picture of relaxation. there of course was booze and weed dancing in his system that helped calm him and loosen his tongue that he felt like he could ask beau this question. just friendly conversation that’s all. “for me it was sharks...didn’t even live close enough to be scared of them and yet jaws left an impression on me at a young age, i still cant shake it off.”
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