It was late at night, and Remy awoke, panicked and crying. He’d had another nightmare about loosing his parents in that fire. He looked over at Emile, and whimpered, curling up to him.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use". — Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear
