Nikto angrily lays awake, The last three hours were spent arguing with himself about something he couldnt speak a word about aloud.
"If we eat a piece of her, then she will always be with us...."
"что?"
"Плохая идея!"
"We will not eat маленькое лезвие."
"We could."
"Нет!"
The voices we all yelling so loudly, all yelling over one another. He had clenched his jaw so tight he swore he chipped another tooth. He couldn't stand it.
"Be silent!"
And now he lays in silence, a headache blooming in his skull.
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что? - What?
Плохая идея! - Bad idea!
маленькое лезвие - small blade
Нет! - No!










