This isn't fun anymore. My feet hurt from walking and my back is already killing me from carrying around that backpack.
[ and eggs. someone's whining. just a little. ]
And I miss my brother. Only really cruel people separate twins! How could you bring one here and not the other?
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[She is cold. And miserable. Her Houndour - gotten because of its Fire typing, in order to have a warmer journey in these winter months! - is too small to keep her heated unless she holds the ugly little dog.
Which is is not favorable to doing.]