my parents and i were in the far north. everything was cold, cold. there wasn't any food left. i agreed that they could cook me and eat me. i saw a guy whose head had been cooked and i decided i didn't want them to cook me and eat me after all. i tried to get my parents to come with me and leave to try and find food, but it was really hard for them to walk because their legs were being cooked slowly, and their muscles didn't work anymore. it was really scary and sad.
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