Everything is backwards

[Emwe Soul]

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ind//for i bakvendt-land indentind//der kan alt gå an Sorry for the wait, again. We can probably finish this soon? //Emwe Soul tar det siste verset av en sang han ikke kan Clearly confused, the boy looked from one to the other and put up a face. What were they talking about? Uncle Lysander had taken no one! And mommy probably wasn't worried, she was the one that put him here! Daddy never said a lot so Emwe couldn't know what he thought, but he was certain he was the best male in the world anyways. Role models would be role models. Then, when his "uncle Ly" claimed that his parents did not care, a loud whine escaped the boy's throat, now uncertain about everything. Who was the right person to choose? He liked everyone! Emwe didn't want to fight with anyone, and he couldn't see how he could deserve to be fought over, or with, like this. Suddenly sad, the boy broke into tears, crawling in the grasp of his caretaker. He didn't want to be here where people were angry and shouted at each other! He wanted his mother, and he wanted everyone to be friends. And he wished that Conor was back from his adventures, because everything was a little bit better when Conor was around, and he was the smart one, besides. He would probably have known the answer yhat would have fixed everything. Small sobs shook the child, and finally he indirectly gave his answer, not knowing that it wasn't likely to happen, since his whole pack would be upset with the woman upon learning the truth about his avsence. I's want mommy. I's not want to be here where everyone are angry. His gaze was downwards, not looking at anyone. Tears wetting the furs around his eyes were itching now, and one paw was lifted to get the itch away, but it didn't help, and there were so many tears. Only mommy could help, probably. //der er de like tøysete og rare alle mann //

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