"HUG ME" SAID MY DEAR CUB.
"WHAT?" I ASKED O.o
"HUG ME!!!!"
"OH YES, I HUG YOU" SO I HUGGED HIM. HIS HEAD AGAINST MY CHEST. AWESOME!!!
"WHAT'S WRONG?"
HE DIDN'T ANSWER... AND I REALIZED...
"YOU'RE CRYING???"
"YES?"
"IS IT MY FAULT?"
"NO"
"YOU ARE DEPRESSED?"
"NO!"
"C'MON CUB. YOU HARDLY EVER CRY. WHICH OF ALL METABARONS YOU SAY YOU ARE???"
"AGHNAR?"
"METABARONS DON'T CRY. THEY'RE TOUGH"
"I DON'T GET IT EITHER. WHY AM I CRYING THEN?"
"I DUNNO. YOU TELL ME... AND STOP CRYING. YOU NEVER DO IT AND I CANNOT TAKE IT, ALRIGHT?"
"IT'S... I FEEL IT. I'M LEAVING MY HOME. YOU DON'T SAY WHEN. BUT I FEEL IT. IT'S NEAR..."
"WELL... WHEN YOU GO TO ARGENTINA AND COME BACK YOU ALWAYS SAY YOU MISS YOUR ROOM... AND CHILE... THAT LAST PART I DON'T UNDERSTAND, BUT.."
"I WANNA LEAVE MY PLACE. I NEED TO. WHY AM I CRYING?"
"I DUNNO. CHILDREN CRY WHEN THE TEETH APPEAR. MAYBE YOU HAVE TO ADDAPT TO SOME CHANGES"
"THIS IS SO ABSURD... WHY WOULD I CRY FOR GETTING SOMETHING I WANT?"
"MAYBE AS A GEN YER YOU ARE ATTACHED TO YOUR PARENTS..."
"AND MY SELF-CUSTOMIZED ROOM... SOME SAY IT SEEMS A MUSEUM..."
"CUB..."
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OARE?
OARE TU STII CUM DOARE???
