I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

Mark Twain

Mark Twain

Profession: Author
Nationality: American


I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had n.. Mark Twain

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