[A shrug, as if talking about dying is a perfectly normal conversation for three girls to have.]
I don't know about the real thing...I think it's rather painful. But the monsters I had...their faces weren't there. large, gaping red holes. One had eyes in its hole, which just boggled at me...they were scary, yes, but they only imprisoned me. But I'm always afraid of them. Always.
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[A shrug, as if talking about dying is a perfectly normal conversation for three girls to have.]
I don't know about the real thing...I think it's rather painful. But the monsters I had...their faces weren't there. large, gaping red holes. One had eyes in its hole, which just boggled at me...they were scary, yes, but they only imprisoned me. But I'm always afraid of them. Always.