[ The faces frown and make little sounds in protest as Bill picks them. Frisk tries to cover her ears, keeping their cries out of her head, but they echo even with her ears plugged. ]
They don't mean any harm. It's not their fault.
[ Desperately, she pleads with Bill, tears moistening her pillow. ]
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They don't mean any harm. It's not their fault.
[ Desperately, she pleads with Bill, tears moistening her pillow. ]