William, Do You Hear Me?

I like your company, william, but i don't want to do this again. William bought me a ticket in the sleeper car. He said they would feed me a warm breakfast in edinburgh. We looked sickly under the bright stati lights. Me sweaty with the southern heat, him sallow with the memory of his last trip to tebrovnick. His fading tan was yellowish, and i wondered if he was liver sick.