You Must Be The Brother.

I’m Not A Child. (zarek) No, You’re Not A Child. You Never Were. Children Are Supposed To Be Protected And Cared For. You Had No One To Hold You When You Cried. No One Ever Soothed You. They Never Told You Stories Or Made You Laugh When You Were Sad. (astrid)

Shut Up. What Did You Ask Me, Anyway?” – Sundown “really? Good Thing I Didn’t Tell You To Duck A Bomb.” – Sasha

The Simi Gots Some Barbecue Sauce In Her Bag. It Kind Of Looks Like Blood If You Squint At It The Right Way. And It Don’t Coagulate Between Your Teeth Like Blood Or Give You Them Funky Burps, Not To Mention It Tastes A Lot Better Too. Especially Over That Type A Stuff. Bleh! I’d Rather Eat My Shoes. But That O-flavored Blood…yum! (she Straightened And Held One Finger Up In A Gesture That Strangely Reminded Him Of Smokey The Bear.) And Just Remember, Kids, Three Out Of Four Demons All Prefer Barbecue Sauce Over Hemoglobin. (simi)

Akri? Can I Keep Him? See, He Good Eating. Lots Of Fat On This One. (simi) No, Simi. You Can’t Keep The Baby. His Mother Would Miss Him. (acheron) But He Want To Go Home With The Simi. He Said So. (simi) No, Simi. (acheron) No Simi, No Food. Nag, Nag, Nag. (simi)

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