Haunted Wood You Never Know

Santi nods when he speaks. The other male has a point. “I loved it amigo. Honestly, I better die in battle. I think it’d be the proper way to go. At least for me.” He shrugs.

Then at the others next sentence about dogs and two legs he laughs whole heartedly. “Yes they always tried to touch me and shit. Living in a cage was horrible, though I was used to it so I guess that’s what made it bearable. I didn’t know anything else.”

“Clarence is sweet, no?” He says smoothly. “And you have a son?” He wonders back.