- Day?... Ah. It's not a good one, Jingo. Not good at all. - They really were acquainted. - The books were stolen.
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- I... It's... - She didn't know which thought to grasp. - It's a difficult word, j-just. I've never heard it before - cake... expedition. I, well... - She lowered her head, which didn't make it any easier to see the details of her face. - I'm s-sure I wasn't always like this. This... I mean my legs. In my m-memories of the s-surface, I was free from these shackles. Maybe the air here is unhealthy, or s-something else... I don't have the strength to stay here anymore, y-you understand?
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers