Anglicky. English.
Ne pro mláďata pod 15. Not for younglings under 15.
Nadávky, a tak. Swearing, and stuff.
Na pokračování. TBC.
I didn’t ask.
Arthur tells me anyway.
About his family.
His parents.
His sisters.
His brother Joe.
The Baby.
Mostly Joe, though.
Joe who always rocked Baby to sleep.
Joe, who used to pull Pinkie’s and Noodle’s ponytails.
Joe, who always helped Mama and never talked back to Dada.
Not like Arthur, who was never home, hunting lizards and rabbits in the outback.
Gradually moving on to larger and larger prey.
Joe never talked back to Dada.
Not even when Dada smashed Pinkie’s head with a brick.
“Joe,” Arthur says, his eyes reflecting the fire he built. “My better half.”
So much for pathos...
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Oh my, now you made me sad. :
Tenny
Oh my, now you made me sad. :(
Sorry... (kinda...)
MADMOUSE
Oh, don't be.
They're both alive.
They have survived some shit... And they will probably do so again and again.
Isn't that something to be thankful for?
jeez... how do I bloody
MADMOUSE
jeez... how do I bloody delete a comment that I created by mistake? :)
God, I'm such an arse-brain sometimes.
Komenty se mazat nedají,
Tenny
Komenty se mazat nedají, jenom admini je mažou. :)
Bloody hell... and thank you.
MADMOUSE
Bloody hell... and thank you. :)