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"I thought Veserod needed a psychiatrist, with all those voices in his head, but apparently, he's not the only one suffering from a mental disorder."
Alessia touched the water. Cold. And it should be, as March had barely begun. Meanwhile, her dearest companions, like some kind of pagans in a holiday, one after another, plunged into the water without any reflection.
-- Hey... Are you serious? I mean, are you *really* serious. Are you trying to find the Chupacabra at the bottom...? -- Alessia said to the empty space. Standing alone on the shore, surrounded by a dozen bundles of someone else's clothes, wasn't very comfortable.
-- Bastards. Idiots. Suicides. -- Muttering to calm herself, Alessia stepped into the water.
Alessia touched the water. Cold. And it should be, as March had barely begun. Meanwhile, her dearest companions, like some kind of pagans in a holiday, one after another, plunged into the water without any reflection.
-- Hey... Are you serious? I mean, are you *really* serious. Are you trying to find the Chupacabra at the bottom...? -- Alessia said to the empty space. Standing alone on the shore, surrounded by a dozen bundles of someone else's clothes, wasn't very comfortable.
-- Bastards. Idiots. Suicides. -- Muttering to calm herself, Alessia stepped into the water.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers