I'm sorry. I've made up my mind. I've decided to go back. I love this world, but I wonder, though it is cold and smelly and noisy there, and though my friend died, why do I want to go back?
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I find that it muddles my words. I can speak quite well when I need to. But when something that gets on one's nerves keeps happening, and one snaps before addressing it earlier, it really can garble things. I feel like I lose most of my vocabulary. But... well, we're human.