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Anna snorted. "One thing is for sure, you and I will do it right away without thinking, because we will never pass up a single chance. But Al is different. He feels happy just by just doing it. share - he doesn't need the glories of publishing His poetry has been printed in several magazines, and he even joined a group of critics but all of them are for others rather than for himself. That's our problem too, brother. It's always been like that."

"What?"

"We're the only ones to take. I guess it's partly because of our unhappy childhoods." They both watched Carina as she escorted the guests out the door with her usual sense of humour. "But Al always finds a way to do the opposite. There's nothing he wouldn't be willing to do for others."

Anna suddenly turned to face him. Her eyes shone with the menace he remembered seeing as a child. Her fingers pointed directly at his chest. "A warning for you, man. I love you so much dear brother, but if you hurt him, I'll kick your ass myself. Got it