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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave The raven – Asker – immediately cawed. It sounded suspiciously like laughter. “Not... be afraid of Asker.” The raven’s button eyes gleamed. “He only eats worms… you are not worm. - Quote by Tim Reed

The raven – Asker – immediately cawed. It sounded suspiciously like laughter. “Not… be afraid of Asker.” The raven’s button eyes gleamed. “He only eats worms… you are not worm.

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