As we approached the end of the war with the gods, realizing that we would be defeated, I felt the need to hide and cover my terrible body. because I know that if I don't mix with the others, I'll be doomed, and probably the last feast I'll ever see, and the last milk I'll get from the natives will be cereals and children.
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