I used to be something else. I don’t know what, exactly. It felt like an important thought to hold on to, even though I wasn’t really sure what it meant; all I knew was a) I’m a pig, b) I think I know a lot of things pigs aren’t supposed to,
I used to be something else. I don’t know what, exactly. It felt like an important thought to hold on to, even though I wasn’t really sure what it meant; all I knew was a) I’m a pig, b) I think I know a lot of things pigs aren’t supposed to,