[ dammit, so she's not killing him either. how lame. not that roland can attest to that right now, on account of this worm-like abnormality constricting the hell out of him. the abnormality makes a choked, almost squelching sound as he wriggles about in its grasp. ]
Don't... say that. There's no fixing me.
[ "don't open your mouth," the flowers continue to make gossip around them. "stop saying things like that." "you'd only... remind me of her." ]
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Don't... say that. There's no fixing me.
[ "don't open your mouth," the flowers continue to make gossip around them. "stop saying things like that." "you'd only... remind me of her." ]