I woke up to strange noises coming from the village. Shouts and screams could be heard clearly. I ran outside grabbing the nearest weapon, a skinning knife. Quickly I ran to the village but I was too late, the village was in flames and the villagers, dead. My heart stopped as I stared at what was the village. I wanted to run but my legs wouldn’t move. Then I found myself growing faint, my head spinning. My legs collapsed from under me and world became darker as I fell.
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“If loving someone is putting them in a straitjacket and kicking them down a flight of stairs, then yes, I have loved a few people.” "Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.”
People in Alaska don't tan, they thaw
“If loving someone is putting them in a straitjacket and kicking them down a flight of stairs, then yes, I have loved a few people.” "Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.”
People in Alaska don't tan, they thaw
