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looked at me with curiosity.
"Shh," She whispered. "They're coming
the loose threads he held
in his hand were from
somewhere he couldn't remember. It
, his fist, tightened around the
threads as he tried to
stand up. the pushed him
((they sorry))
to the ground with fierce
strength. "Stay down," they whispered.
They are coming, I am
how much love he shared
(srry, wrong comment)
how much he cared, and
oops. sorry. x3
his human side again, ever.
Dizzy but still conscience. I
him again. He must leave.
(sorry! that was supposed to be sent somewhere else!)