"But why did you want a truce?" I insisted. That... was surprising, I didn't understand it.
"Haven't you stopped for a damn moment to think that maybe you're wrong about something?" he snapped, then complained, "Oh my gosh, what did I eat?!"
Oh, damn mistakes of life. Well, he hadn't killed June because June was alive, there was nothing to say about that anymore. It wasn't June's killer. I couldn't blame him for it. I heard him say "What did I eat? What has caused me this diarrhea? and oh, damn it... I even felt sorry for it. Well, I wasn't so sorry, hehe, because he was still a jerk, but what did he mean?
"What am I wrong about?" “asked”. Is something about you?
“Did you know? I'm fed up," he said, carried away by his anger and his diarrheal situation. I don't want to hear you. I do n
