1. The Egg Stage Nami is dripping with sweat. He clutches his Grandma’s chubby, greasy hands. The waves of the lake slap rhythmically against the concrete jetty. A cry, more a sh
1. The Egg Stage Nami is dripping with sweat. He clutches his Grandma’s chubby, greasy hands. The waves of the lake slap rhythmically against the concrete jetty. A cry, more a sh
