He couldn't leave, this might have been his las chance of happieness. He layed back down with her. He knew he would be screwed, bt this was what he wanted.
The next morning, he woke up and she was gone. He looked around. She ran up to him, with a baby carabao iN her mouth.
He helped her with it,"so, DeAma. I was wondering, how old are you?" He said confidently.
DeAma thought,"a weeks no a half,"she smiled. They set it down and she sighed,"how old are YOU!?!" She bumped him in the shoulder. He looked down,"oh, umm, a week,"he looked at the food.
DeAma looked at the carraboo,"dig in,"she sloppily chewed on its flesh. She sat up to chew. She smiled as she chewed. Once she swallowed she noticed Boedy wasn't eating.
She looked at him, confused,"Boedy, what aren't you eating?" Boedy looked at her nervously,"We'll, I
On my pack... Well, I was taught that the killer of the food eats first,"he looked down, but not at the carraboo.