Ребят, помогите. Только, пожалуйста, если не знаете перевод, не присылайте варианты интернет-переводчиков.

Boy, now I feel really tired. I stifle a yawn and stretch my legs .My tummy rumbles silently. I ate before I came, I guess it's time for dinner.


Now I've made up my mind. Mr. Jones or not...
I'm still coming here.
I walk out and take out my handy little stick. We blind people would be totally useless without one.
Cab or no cab??
I'll do without one for now.

Watching grudge. I like horror too.


It's a good thing he said it without holding it in and broke it all off.

I know that in my heart it isn't really my home.
It's more of a deep dark hole.
A hole to hide in.