[Luckily for Oda, Alexander is far from a stranger of death. Every night he dreams again of the way death had first kissed him or how his mother held him in her arms and gave the last of herself to death, so that death would not take him that day.]
Then there's little need to fret.
[and--]
So! You're a father. Tell me about your sons and daughters.
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Then there's little need to fret.
[and--]
So! You're a father. Tell me about your sons and daughters.