(Alright, and remember to tell me if you get uncomfy)
Emile was huddled against a tree, bunched up and s*bbing. He'd made it out, but his friends? Not so lucky. Everything he'd ever known was gone, and he felt so alone.
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Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
Very well; I hear; I admit, but I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced. — Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
